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You are not hard to love. Stop thinking that. You are intense, and that’s okay. The most intense star in the universe lights up the night sky.

I have to remember this when my chest caves in every now and again (via ebonyzerscrooge)

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Is she naked because you love her or do you love her because shes naked?

(via fuuck-ittttt)

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If you didn’t love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

Sarah Dessen, Dreamland (via quoted-books)

fyp-philosophy

Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.

Deepak Chopra (via fyp-philosophy)

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kushandwizdom

what pisses me off is that people do shit to me that i would never do to them

via KushandWizdom (via kushandwizdom)

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whatcameafter-you

Let go. Let go of that picture where you both look so happy, like nothing in the world could touch you. Let go of that one message you still have saved on your phone that helps you believe it wasn’t just you. Let go of that blanket you both slept under, that you still curl up with on really bad days. Let go of that moment when you knew, with every muscle in your body, that he loved you, he just couldn’t say it yet. Let go of that moment, when you knew, with every muscle in your body, that he didn’t, but you stayed. Let go of the last time you let him back in to your heart and in to your body, because you thought it would bring him back, bring you back. And really, it felt like it did. But it didn’t. Love may sometimes be won through lust, but it can never be won back through it. Let go of that time you got drunk and begged him to come back, when you thought you could no longer bear it without him. You are still here now, without him. Let go of that time he called, months later, to tell you he was sorry, he didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s not enough that he didn’t ‘mean’ to hurt you, that hurting you was incidental. You deserve to be more than somebody’s collateral damage. Let go of all the memories, until all that is left is the feeling that you’ve forgotten something but you can’t remember what it is. That feeling you get when you’re leaving home and your mind tells you that you’ve left something behind. Allow yourself this: open up your backpack, see your toothbrush sitting comfortably in it. You have everything you need. Run back up those stairs, one last time, check that you turned the lights off. There is nothing to be done here. This is all he is to you now, one of those dreams that you know was memorable, but the only thing you have when you wake up is a vague recollection of what it felt like to be in it. But it will be worth it, to once more have what was yours to claim all along: guilt free self-love, an open heart that is no longer cluttered by ghosts of the past, and most of all, a good night’s sleep.

I.E (via whatcameafter-you)