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She scares the hell out of me and calms my soul at the same time. Maybe that’s what love is—a total contradiction that somehow balances out.

No matter how great of a woman you are, you will never be good enough for a man who isn’t ready. I learned that the hard way.

im angry because I miss the hell out of you and you don’t even try talking to me anymore. I feel like we are only friends when you are here. I know times have been tough on you but I fucking needed you and you werent there for me so idk what to do anymore and I feel fucking alone. 

They had only ever discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?

Softness is not weakness. It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.

I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

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I’m just dying to say, ‘Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?’ or ‘Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?’ But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

I cry all the time, I’m only independent because I hate everyone around me too much to rely on them.