May 2012
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Be the flower who even gives its fragrance to the hand that crushes it.
– Imam Ali (via nirvikalpa)
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Who do you love? Girl I see through, through your love. Who do you love me or...
– I Don’t Trust Myself (With Loving You) - John Mayer
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The difference between who you are and who you want to be is What you Do. And what you have to do to get where you want to be may not be pretty or come easy.
Don’t settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don’t know what...
– Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love (via soul-surfer)
Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
– Yousuf Karsh (via thatkindofwoman)
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Everyone just seem to know each other, here in this city. It bothers me. You can hardly meet a stranger, who is a complete stranger at all. They seem to know someone you know or vice versa. This is why I need to get out of this city. But I can’t - not now anyway.
I just want everything to start falling into place. I’m working on it.
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Buying books is immensely comforting. Maybe I won’t read them immediately, but...
– vagabond (via loveyourchaos)
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would...
– Sylvia Plath (via ohmummy-whatsasexpistol)
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YOU REEL ME OUT THEN YOU CUT THE STRING
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I do not like him. He is selfish; he is arrogant; he uses people, and he is inconsiderate. He is greedy and indecisive. He cannot have us all. I try to be near him as much as possible.
I am on his couch, letting him push me over, but then he just lays there, breathing me in until I become restless and sit up. My face is inches away from his, smiling, waiting, until I get restless...
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.
– Oscar Wilde (via lionskeleton)
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