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i know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. cause it is the only way i know how to tell you.
rupi kaur
i was not made with lightness on my tongue so i could be easy to swallow
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Absence has presence, sometimes, and that was what she felt. Absence like crushed-dead grass where something has been and is no longer.
Dreams of Gods and Monsters, Laini Taylor
Now, we can stand alone, not needing anybody. We can do whatever we want. We can be together, or not. We're strong enough to withstand each other.
New World Fairy Tales, Cassandra Parkin
I'd been distracted by the surface of things. I'd confused beauty with rightness.
New World Fairy Tales, Cassandra Parkin
When you're a child, your body's your home; not beautiful, not ugly, just there.
New World Fairy Tales, Cassandra Parkin
I hope it goes without saying, but asking for help is the antithesis of weak. Anyone can suffer in silence. It takes guts to admit we’re not perfect.
Paula Stokes
Chocolate. Never attempt an alliance without chocolate.
Zuzana, Dreams of Gods and Monsters, Laini Taylor
I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to be ... alive.
Karou, Dreams of Gods and Monsters, Laini Taylor
The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it’s hurtling forward – toward what?
Dreams of Gods and Monsters, Laini Taylor