“I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.” - Joanne Harris
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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“I’ve never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.” - Joanne Harris
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Needed this reminder.
“You have dug your soul out of the dark, you have fought to be here; do not go back to what buried you.” - Bianca Sparacino, The Strength In Our Scars
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“You’ve always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.” - The Wizard of Oz
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I think I want to be in love with you but I don’t know how.
Angela Carter; The Magic Toyshop (via sunsetquotes)
“You look so sad, my child.” Aphrodite lifted her son’s chin, looking into his misty eyes, “What has turned your heart to pieces?” Eros sighs and gestures to the world, “They have begun to think that love was crafted only to break their hearts. But all I want is for love to heal their wounded souls.”
Nikita Gill, Conversations Between Aphrodite and Her Children (via meanwhilepoetry)
My princess, already distant and bathed in twilight, the sleeping beauty of my soul,
Grégoire Le Roy, from “The Ride of the Valkyries,” written c. February 1921 (via violentwavesofemotion)
I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind.
Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via the-book-diaries)