moving in isn't about not loving someone anymore it's about having the strength to say “i still love you, but you're not worth this pain”
we are more than the worst thing thats ever happened to us, we need to stop apologizing for having been to hell and come back breathing
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study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for i differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be
list if books we re-read and books we can't finish tell more about us than about the relative worth of the books themselves
we destroy something created by man and call it vandalism but when we destroy something created by nature we call it profess
i feel strange, like there’s an unformed, unfinished, sad little emotion bottled up in me, and i need to fuck it away.
the greatest gift you can give to someone is the space to be his or herself without the threat of you leaving
