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Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.
Heath L. Buckmaster, Box of Hair: A Fairy Tale (via wordsnquotes)
Do not think I am forgetful of you. You would not believe me if you knew how often you are in my heart & mind. I love thinking of you.
Katherine Mansfield, “Letter to Virginia Woolf,” August 13, 1919 (via wordsnquotes)
I laugh harder with you. I feel more myself with you. I trust you with me–the real me. When something goes wrong, or right, or I hear a funny joke, or I see something bizarre, you’re the first person I want to talk to about it.
Samantha Young, Before Jamaica Lane (via wordsnquotes)
Loving BPD.
You’re consumed with the bad,
when there’s so much good inside.
A lost little boy,
frantic for a place to hide.
A sea of unfamiliar faces-
they threaten at your knees.
Your breath may quicken, but you won’t fall;
you’re stronger than you think.
My perfect broken angel.
So delicate, so sweet.
But in a moments time,
so angry and so bleak.
You want to hold my hand,
to feel you’re not alone.
But your fingers are a trap.
You disguise them as a home.
I tell myself, “It’s not his fault,”
the doctors tell me too.
But how can I be so in love
with a shell of what is you?
I want to scream and fight,
let frustration have its ugly view.
But how can I hurt an angel?
One who’s already so blue.
So I bow my head and brave the storm.
I tell myself, “Just for one more night.
Hold on, for the good inside of him.
Lead him to the light.”
stay safe because I like being alive at the same time as you
What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places (via wordsnquotes)
Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.
Albert Einstein (via themindmovement)
I want the part of you that you refuse to give.
Ellen Hopkins, Identical (via thelovejournals)
My fellow Americans, it has been the honor of my life to serve you. I won’t stop; in fact, I will be right there with you, as a citizen, for all my days that remain. For now, whether you’re young or young at heart, I do have one final ask of you as your President - the same thing I asked when you took a chance on me eight years ago. I am asking you to believe. Not in my ability to bring about change - but in yours. I am asking you to hold fast to that faith written into our founding documents; that idea whispered by slaves and abolitionists; that spirit sung by immigrants and homesteaders and those who marched for justice; that creed reaffirmed by those who planted flags from foreign battlefields to the surface of the moon; a creed at the core of every American whose story is not yet written: Yes We Can. Yes We Did. Yes We Can.
Barack Obama in his Farewell Address (via princesscarriefisher)
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Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via theclassicsreader)
Sunrise and my love for you. Things that don’t change every morning.
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The universe doesn’t allow perfection.
Stephen Hawking (via fyp-science)