From William Evans’ book, STILL CAN’T DO MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR.

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From William Evans’ book, STILL CAN’T DO MY DAUGHTER’S HAIR.
I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”
Mahatma Gandhi (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“I guess that’s the problem when you really get to know someone. We learn all their triggers and emotional buttons, and unfortunately, in times of war, we press them.”
— Samantha Young, Down London Road
“Homesick is just a state of mind for me, that I’m always missing someone or some place or something, I’m always trying to get back some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.” - Elizabeth Wurtzel (via quotemadness)
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I hope the exit is joyful and I hope to never return. - Frida Kahlo
Let Him Leave.
Bury yourself in his love, bathe yourself in it.
Baptize yourself in it if you are willing, but
when he leaves.
Let him leave.
Let him leave with ease.
Don’t beg him to stay,
cry for his love.
Just,
let him leave.
Let him go, for he has already left you.
Home to people like me is not a place, but all places. All places except the one we happen to be in at the moment. - Anthony Burgess
And what a process it has been to name my skin as something as my own.
If I ever push myself too far, or too hard.
If I happen to push myself off of the edge of the cliff that I’ve been grasping onto for dear life lately.
Know that this,
This is because of you.
You.
You who pushed me too far.
You who demanded that I push myself too hard.
You who insisted that I bend my will to fit around you warped words.
Happiness is something that other people have but not me, and that’s okay. I think that sadness is just all some people get, but it’s hard sometimes. Hard when it’s within eyesight but not arms reach.
Mr. Robot