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“I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do. I learned to suspect that everyone is capable of living a lie. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.”

— Lynn Barber

perfectfeelings

“It’s better to be your genuine self, and have fewer of the right kinds of people in your life, than it is to surround yourself with those who only accept you as long as you conform to their idea of who you should be.”

— Zero Dean

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Not everything is meant for you, and sometimes you won’t understand that until the thing that is meant for you comes into your life. You’ll realize why the waiting was worth it. Why everything conspired the way it did. Why the past didn’t work out the way you wanted it to… but it actually did work out because it brought you something better. Hold on to the love and beauty that the future has for you.

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“The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean.”

— Colleen Michele

thoughtkick

“My only relationship goal is to be with a person who motivates me to become a great person and tells me the potential I don’t see in myself.”

— Unknown

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ninasdrafts

“You know I left a part of me in that city. With you. With all the memories I’ve made there. I remember the blinding intensity of the neon lights at night. The deafening noises of afternoon traffic. I’m convinced there’s still a whisper of my laughter at that coffee shop we used to go to. When they prepare your cup and ask you for your name, you have probably come close to saying mine a hundred times already. When you walk down the street, there has to be a shadow of my body dancing next to yours. An imprint of my fingers against your palm. The sound of my phantom footsteps that you can’t seem to shake. I bet you still hear the echo of a song I used to sing ringing through your empty apartment every now and then. Your sister always said it was too quiet anyway when I wasn’t around. I wonder if you like the quiet now. If you got used to it. If you found someone new to fill it. I wonder if you ever come across a part of me, whether or not I left it behind willingly, and regret any of the things we did. Just a little. Just for a second. I wonder if you’d be sad if you met me and realised I tried so hard to get rid of the parts you left behind with me that I erased a little of myself in the process.”

— parts / n.j.