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My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
Medoff, Jillian. Hunger Point. (via wordsnquotes)
I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
(via onlyimperfected)
I want love to be simple. I want to trust without thinking. I want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. It is easier to love a person with their flaws than to weed through them. I want to love the whole person, not parts; and this is how I want to be loved.
Jewel, Chasing Down the Dawn (via thelovejournals)
Blue Valentine (2010)
Surviving one’s own life, living on the other side of it like a spectator, is quite comfortable, after all. You no longer expect anything, no longer fear anything, and every hour is like a memory.
Simone de Beauvoir, from The Mandarins (via weltenwellen)
Dear person reading this,
You deserve a life full of happiness and positivity. So don’t let others get to you and believe in yourself.
We’ve all got some place we’d rather be.
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If only our bodies would marry the beauty growing inside them, it wouldn’t be so exhausting trying to love ourselves.
Christopher Poindexter (via wnq-anonymous)
How many yous have you been? How many, Lined up inside, Each killing the last.
Kate Tempest, “The woman the boy became” (via weltenwellen)