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Even if you were a dead language…I would still learn to speak you.
b1withself (via hawtvintage)
it gets so hard sometimes. it's like you expect yourself to be this person who's always gna be there and be the best for your partner. you wna support them in every way possible so you start giving them ideas on how they can achieve things. but you fail to realise that by doing that you're only moulding them to fit your own expectations - it tells them how YOU'D get things done with the facade of "hey you could prolly try to do it this way".
For a wound to heal, you have to clean it out. Again, and again, and again. And this cleaning process stings. The cleaning of a wound hurts. Yes. Healing takes so much work. So much persistence. And so much patience. But every process has an end and an appointed term. Your healing will come, God willing. And like all created things, your worldly pain will die.
Yasmin Mogahed (via lazypacific)
So much of who we are depends on the answer to this question: who was the first person to break your heart?
jameson137 (via wnq-writers)
Fall in love with your progress and keep on striving for your goals.
attackonstudying (via attackonstudying)
New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang
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some nights i get reminded of how much i hate myself. and it kills me. no one understands my flaws like i do. no one knows that my flaws bothers me and they keep me awake at night. no one knows that i do a whole lot of self-loving shit, i mean i rly try, but at the end of the day it's still a struggle to love myself. i rly do hate myself sometimes but i know i'm stupid for doing that. alhamdulillah for this life, alhamdulillah for my flawed self. for it only teaches me how much of a human i am: a flawed being.
New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang
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My NEW book Memories is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide. ♡♡♡ Remember to tag your book selfies with #langleav so I can check them out! ♡♡♡
REPEAT AFTER ME: ‘My current situation is not my final destination’
quote i stumbled across a few days ago and can’t get out of my head it’s so important (via worth-recovering)
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via wordsnquotes)
My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day or that you’ll cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me one Tuesday morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a road map. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I’m always right and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion, that for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore.
things that keep me up at night. (via khadlja)
Everybody isn’t going to love you. Most people don’t even love themselves.
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me when im not wearing glasses: tries to adjust my glasses
If I were to lose you, I should be lost.
Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice (via wordsnquotes)