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i’m not a quitter, but sometimes the game isn’t worth playing anymore.
Without pain, How could we know joy?
John Green
You give them too much, too often they forget it's a privilege.
All of those nights, still tattooed on my mind.
k.b. // sasha sloan - again
“No matter how much the truth hurts, it’s always better than being lied to.”
—
Czesław Miłosz, from Selected Poems; “The Song”
“How a person reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.”
— S. Z.
“I just don’t know how to love with anything less than my whole heart …”
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“It’s our choices that matter in the end. Not wishes, not words, not promises.”
— Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
you’re the one i’ll do my best to keep
Tell her she’s yours while you’re sliding your fingers into her.
Menschen werden still, sobald sie sich egal und unwichtig fühlen.
08.03.2019 - 23:14
“Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that.”
— Neil Gaiman (via quotemadness)
“You have the final word for what you accept in life. It’s your inner voice that ultimately betrays you. Speak-up for yourself.”
— Bryant McGill (via quotemadness)
“I have found that the kind bleed most quietly.”
— Emma Bleker, the only thing that makes sense when i look at them
“How slow life is, How violent hope is.”
— Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Mirabeau Bridge,” Alcools (Doubleday, 1965)