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Your silence speaks for itself. And I believe every word it says.
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Never force someone to stay in your life. If they really want to leave, just let them go.
thelostintrovert (via wnq-writers)
love is the smell of sunscreen, warm cement under your feet, dancing to an old record, midnight snacking on the kitchen floor, classic movie marathons, wood floors and bay windows, laughing until you cry, crying until you laugh, the realization that you don’t know everything, the realization that you want to, love is painful, love is perfect, love is everything
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When your heart is beating mine is beating too. -I miss you terribly- ❤️
Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.
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The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
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