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It does not matter how many times you get knocked down, but how many times you get up.
- Unknown (via thelovenotebook)
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I often watch the sky, but only on the worst nights does it seem to stare right back at me, drowning me in the knowledge that the things that could have been, are no more existent than those dreams you forget upon waking up.
(via gentleincision)
I am trying to get back to the person I was. A fun loving person with fire in her eyes. But when trying to find more fuel I lost my spark. I just want it back.
Words-with-no-voice (via kushandwizdom)
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Reminder: You should never have to question if someone cares about you..
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Gabrielle Zevin, The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry
If you are silent about your pain, theyâll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via wordsnquotes)
Donât you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying.
Ashe Vernon (aka latenightcornerstore), from her poem, Softness, in Words Dance 16. (via adderalldust)
Some nights I wish I could go back in life. Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice.
6pm in New York- Drake (via bl-ossomed)
You get a strange feeling when youâre about to leave a place. Like youâll not only miss the people you love but youâll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because youâll never be this wayâŚ
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via wordsnquotes)
Isnât that what we all long for? For someone to know everything and choose to stay?
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I suppose I want what anyone wants. To be loved. To be known. To be understood without having to explain.
What I Want, Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)
Sometimes I feel like I could use a new heart. Leaving the old heavy heart with all its pains, hurts and sorrows in exchange for a new one, a light one so that I may fly again.
Sereno Sky, author of the Hippie novel âLonely Travellerâ (via hippieseurope)
Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, âA Nice Quiet Placeâ (via wordsnquotes)
That was what I wanted: someone who knew me better than I knew myself, someone who knew all the worst parts of me, yet still loved me.
L.A. Fiore, Beautifully Damaged (via simply-quotes)