You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.
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You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.
Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire (via thelovejournals)
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My walls are crashing down one by one.
E. Lagrama
Is this the end of our interrupted love story?
E. Lagrama
A month Before Exams, we prefer Books of foreign authors.A week before exams, we prefer Books of Local authors. A day before exams, trying to read our own notes. On the day of exam, we become authors.
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The secret of attraction is to love yourself. Attractive people judge neither themselves nor others. They are open to gestures of love. They think about love, and express their love in every action.
Deepak Chopra (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Where were you when I fell down?
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Maybe this is how our story ends.
E. Lagrama
i’m all about heartless girls, the kind who define themselves by how much they can live through. girls who walk around holey, girls who scare everyone with our emptiness, girls who are fragile but almost immortal, self destructive and never destroyed. girls with mean eyes and soft lips and more magic than they know how to handle. girls who are sometimes cruel, ruthless, parasitic but always hungry. girls who wonder if they see beauty in this breaking because it’s really there or just because seeing anything else would hurt too much. girls who can’t grow up now, won’t - don’t call us woman, we will never be yours to hold or will hold anything for you, we just can’t be that kind of nurturing anymore. girls who hardened their heart and still came out bloody, girls who love their softness with vicious hands, girls who aren’t afraid to bleed. girls who are somewhere between cockroach and phoenix. girls who weather every storm, girls who take, take, take and take back what you tore out, girls who know nothing but how to survive.