My mom taught me one thing:
You don’t always have to tell people you love them. You just have to give them no reason to doubt it.
― irishjulienne’s, saying i love you is not a habit (via jesussbabymomma)

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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

― danielle laporte  (via fawun)

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With the right music, you either forget everything or you remember everything.
― Unknown  (via natashakills)

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After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it’s a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it’s sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we’re doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.
Paulo CoelhoThe Witch Of Portobello (via feellng)
And anyway, when did sexual attraction become the sole metric for physical beauty? Is a sunset “ugly” just because you don’t want to fuck it? What about a waterfall? A horse? Ireland? A song?
Why We Need More ‘Ugly’ People On TV (via jumbleofnotes)


And even though
it hurts you,
you still hold on. 
Because you would
rather feel something
than nothing at all.