Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else . — Abraham Hicks, Getting Into the Vortex (via horrid-child)
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I am thinking of you.
What else can I say? — Margaret Atwood, from Postcards (via letgoandgrabon)
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One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives. — Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" (via le-crystal)
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I just want you to know that it’s your fault that you’ve hurt me. You asked me for more, more, more, more, more and I gave it, and suddenly it was all too much. You didn’t let me protect myself the way I would’ve…the way I should’ve…
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It’s funny how everything broke in the end.
Everything except you.
i can’t stop making these
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