I will not think less of myself just because you do not know how to love me.
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I will not think less of myself just because you do not know how to love me.
Stephanie Chhum (via wordsnquotes)
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This waiting, it’s taking forever.
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I want to be a word. I would be abstract with an inscrutable ending.
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“Here is an empty sky.”
Remy Charlip, Where is Everybody? (Originally published by Young Scott, 1957, this is a Scholastic reprint from 1969.)