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das Bibliothek, Olivier Martel Savoie
Here in the middle of the lonely night Here in the middle of the losing fight, Youâre Here in the middle of the deep regret Here when the healing hasnât happened yet
Here in the middle of the desert place Here in the middle when I cannot see Your face Here in the middle with Your outstretched arms You can see my pain and it breaks Your heart
-Â Ellie Holcomb, Find You Here
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les misérables, victor hugo
Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.
Alan Cohen (via thelovejournals)
Sometimes youâre 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. Youâre just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books youâre reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just donât feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but âMomâsâ probably wouldnât feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that youâll never be this young again but this is the first time youâve ever been this old. When you canât remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffeeâs done. Youâre going to breathe in and out. Youâre going to be fine in about five minutes.
Sylvia Townsend Warner, The Winter of the Air. (via wordsnquotes)
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