There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.
Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
Richard Siken, from Detail Of The Fire (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Life is a poem most people never read.
Laurence Overmire (via observando)
Always defend your right to heal at your own pace.
You are taking your time.
You are allowed to take your time.
Unknown (via dvmbgirl)

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I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah (via kvvvte)

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And I try not to love you,
then I look at you
and I am reminded of all the reasons
why that is so not possible.
M.O.W, I love you and I don’t know how to stop  (via imwritingpoems)
I don’t define myself by the boys who may or may not like me.
Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano (via avvfvl)

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Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.
Turkish Proverb (via catic)

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But if you insist on being clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.
Catherynne M. Valente, from Deathless (via lifeinpoetry)
I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly.
Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via avvfvl)

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Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History (via touluose)

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