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Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
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Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful parts of us.
— David Richo (via quotethat)
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Chance encounters are what keep us going.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via quotethat)
Quote 18 Sep 698 notes
I want to spend a decade on just your hands,
until I can tell yours apart from someone else’s
just by brushing past them.
— Caitlyn Siehl, Like The Trees (via to-my-king)
Quote 18 Sep 69,024 notes
why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.
— beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S. (via alonesomes)
Quote 18 Sep 43,019 notes
We need women who are so strong they can be gentle, so educated they can be humble, so fierce they can be compassionate, so passionate they can be rational, and so disciplined they can be free.
— Kavita Ramdas, in her commencement speech to Mount Holyoke graduates (via weissewiese)

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I’ve noted them all, the remarkably different personalities and querks. Some who try to keep me by writing me a song or a poem to make me think I was different, as if I didn’t already know as much. Some who try to fuck me into staying, like fucking has anything to do with love. Some gave big grand gestures to prove their vulnerability and some responded to my apathy with silence, simply because they thought that would win my affection. They never understood it. Affection was never something to be won. I never saw these boys as men because they weren’t. Boys chase a game of conquer. The ones who honestly thought they were done with the games always took everything the hardest. Their elaborate home-cooked dinners and genuinely appreciated gifts that acknowledged their sincerity almost always carried a sadness with them. Sometimes I even felt guilty to the point of brutal honesty. Do not get the wrong idea here, this is… fleeting. That’s how I liked it. From the second I met them I bounced adjectives around in my brain to make sure I got them right on paper. I won’t let them be anything more than characters in a book. I studied their faces, eye colors, the inflections in their voices and asked about their mistakes. They mistook this for infatuation when I was merely painting a perfectly worded picture for my own collection. I loved it, my little collection. 
I was 20 years old the first time a boy spat the word elusive at me like it was suppose to hurt. I laughed and closed the door extra tight behind me. I never wanted to be the girl who stayed. 
The only ones I was ever captivated by were the ones I knew I could never get right on paper. The ones even words can’t touch.
Quote 18 Sep 609 notes
She sounds enthusiastic even about boredom. And yet her burbly style does not ring true. I have seen her, sometimes, when she thinks I’m not looking: her face goes still, remote, unreflecting. It’s as if she’s not inside it. But then she’ll turn and laugh.
— Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)
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someone actually said it

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