Comparing your life to someone else’s life kills all of your gratitude, happiness, peace, confidence, originality and worst, it blinds you from seeing your unique potential value.
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Comparing your life to someone else’s life kills all of your gratitude, happiness, peace, confidence, originality and worst, it blinds you from seeing your unique potential value.
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eat fruit. drink tea. stretch. stretch. stretch. stretch.
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Those years weren’t lost. They simply weren’t the way I’d planned them.
Kurt Vonnegut, Letters (via odious)
The woman I needed to call my mother was silenced before I was born.
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CHINA. Beijing. Tienanmen Square during a particularly heavy summer rainstorm that lasted most of the afternoon. 1999. Stuart Franklin
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It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.
Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd (via violentwavesofemotion)
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