Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there. Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time (via larmoyante)

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"في غياب القمر، بعيونك ضويتي"

noorieee:

In the absence of the moon, your eyes were the light.

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You teach people how to treat you by what you allow, what you stop, and what you reinforce. Tony Gaskins

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You are both
the reason my
heart beats.
and the reason
it breaks. Beau Taplin || The anomaly. (via afadthatlastsforever)

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I see no ugliness in you. I see only humanness. And your humanness is beautiful. Yasmin Mogahed (via ukhty-nur)

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To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous. Elizabeth Gilbert

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Some of us are loved—the rest are just endured. 10 word story (via writingwillows)

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In 21 days I will be 21.

That means I will no longer have my parents call my doctor to make an appointment for me. I will do it myself, without stuttering or tripping over my words.

I won’t need a GPS to give me directions to the same movie theater I’ve been going to for the past three months. I’ll have memorized the street names and I won’t get lost.

My friends can make plans with me and I will show up on time. Maybe even five minutes early.

People will look at me and see a confident young woman who has her life together. As I walk down the street, guys will turn their heads and think Wow, I would like to bring her home to meet my mother.

I might even stop having ridiculous fantasies. I will be realistic.

Employees at clothing stores won’t be able to get me to buy impulsively anymore because I will be a responsible adult!

I will let go of the past and accept the things that I cannot change. I will forgive, love, and embrace the unknown.

In 21 days I will be 21.

In 21 days, I won’t miss you anymore.

absentions21 (via larmoyante)

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Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don’t belong here. It’s me that’s out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there’s somewhere I do belong, but I just can’t find it. The Awakening (L.J. Smith)

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Call a boy a gentleman and watch his shoulders straighten. Call a girl a lady and watch her spirit turn graceful. Humanity was brought into existence by God speaking words into the void of the universe. We tend to become what we are called. The Medicine of Hope (via thisfragilerose)

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Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop. Jennifer Schaffer, A Checklist For The Age 19 

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We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there. Unknown  (via psych-facts)

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I figured out that I can’t forget. I can’t really forgive. But I can live. Live with it. Like you live with a scar or a limp or whatever. You always know it’s there. It reminds you never to let yourself do anything so stupid and horrible and wrong again. I step out of my rut, step again, and keep stepping. Right Behind You by Gail Giles (via aphrasebook)

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