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The thing with broken clocks is you can always tell exactly when they stopped ticking. With people, it isn’t so easy and sometimes you can’t even tell they’re broken.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
Sometimes your life is all about your dreams, hopes and visi0ns for the future. But there are some days where life is just about putting one foot in front of the other, and that’s okay.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
Know who you are. Know what you want. Know what you deserve. And don’t settle for less.
Tony Gaskins (via wnq-anonymous)
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
Maya Angelou (via minuty)
People think first love is sweet, and never sweeter than when that first bond snaps… Yet that first broken heart is always the most painful, the slowest to mend, and leaves the most visible scar. What’s so sweet about that?
Stephen King, Joyland (via wnq-writers)
When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.
Abraham Joshua Heschel (via themotivationjournals)
You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.
T.B. LaBerge, Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via themotivationjournals)
I always wanted to be somewhere else, I don’t know why.
Hanif Kureishi (via themotivationjournals)
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Someone asked me why I stayed considering all the pain you have caused me. It’s really simple. I stayed because the love I have for you allows me to see past the pain. Did I think of leaving? Yes. But how can one actually leave home?
exhilaratethemind (via wnq-writers)
“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via naturaekos)
I love this man!
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Animator makes stunning 3D tribute to Hayao Miyazaki (x)
Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.
Nayyirah Waheed (via thelovejournals)
I thought you were different and that’s okay. It’s okay because I gave everything I had even though I knew that you couldn’t handle it. It’s okay because I was myself with you even though you couldn’t open up to me. It’s okay because I learned from my mistakes even though you were the one that was wrong. But most of all, it’s okay because now I have the chance to find someone worth fighting for.
lydiaasl (via wnq-writers)
I didn’t fall for you; I dived in head-first until I was so deeply immersed that I couldn’t find the way back up.
thoughtsofthedeepeststems (via wnq-writers)
I’m not performing for anyone. I prefer to cry alone.
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