"I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
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Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can’t explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can’t understand it at all any longer.

Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am tonight.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night  (via alli-noname)

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No one has the right to judge you because no one really knows what you’ve been through. They may have heard your stories but they didn’t feel what you have felt in your heart.

— Unknown (via heyhach)

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here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

Haruki MurakamiSouth of the Border, West of the Sun (via feellng)

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Don’t ever feel bad for making a decision that upsets other people. You are not responsible for their happiness. You are responsible for your happiness.

Isaiah Henkel (via onlinecounsellingcollege)


I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…

— Childish Gambino (via startswithg00dbye)

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We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.

He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.

— Tiny Stories (via feline-femme)

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Anthony dropped into a chair, his mind tired—tired with nothing, tired with everything, with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear. He was ineffectual and vaguely helpless here as he had always been. One of those personalities who, in spite of all their words, are inarticulate, he seemed to have inherited only the vast tradition of human failure—that, and the sense of death.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Someday somebody
will love you
and it will make sense.
You will feel seen.
You will feel heard.
You will understand
because you will
finally feel understood.
And the “weird,” uncomfortable
parts of you that you tried
for years to hide
will flop out,
but they will not
run away.
They will say,
close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
I see you.
I’m not going anywhere.

How Our Friendship Makes Me Feel | Lora Mathis (via megangranolabar)

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He appears and he disappears like a sunrise or sunset, anything so ephemeral. Just like our life – we appear and we disappear and we are so important to some, but, we are just passing through.

Before Midnight (2013)

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