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I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
written by F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House (via lesliepoehler)

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I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
written by J.D. Salinger (via lefiguier)

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I notice everything. And by everything, I literally meaneverything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.

(Source: dinhtheresa, via heartsofangels)

You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
written by Maggie Stiefvater - Shiver  (via fawun)

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Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
written by Veronica Roth, Divergent (via larmoyante)

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We think we dwell in the same reality as everyone else, but each dwells in a separate reality of his own making, shaped by thoughts and feelings like rushing waters carving the canyon walls.
written by Almine   (via labyrintho)

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I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache
written by (via emotsiya)

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I once dated a writer


Writers are forgetful,

but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,

on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.

Writers are forgetful
they’re busy
the important things.

(Source: ofheightsandhollows, via livnikol)

That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
written by John Green  (via amannamedgatsby)

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I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
written by Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This for You  (via bambimilk)

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If it’s meant for you, you won’t have to beg for it. You will never have to sacrifice your dignity for your destiny.
written by Chelsis Porter (via simply-quotes)

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If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless.
written by John Green, Looking for Alaska (via oonskade)

(Source: quote-book, via lotusflowerfields)

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