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That’s the worst feeling: realizing you’re better off on your own.

Posted 25 Sep
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

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Posted 25 Sep
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
- Ernest Hemingway, A Literary Reference (via leslieseuffert)

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Posted 25 Sep
Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.
- David Richo (via aestheticintrovert)

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Posted 25 Sep
Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them.
- Unknown -
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Posted 25 Sep
Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?
- Henry Ward Beecher (via feellng)

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Posted 25 Sep

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.


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Posted 25 Sep
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
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Posted 25 Sep