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"It’s not that people can’t love you if you don’t love yourself. It’s that you won’t feel it because it’ll always seem like you don’t deserve it."

— But It’s Not a Matter of Deserving (#53: January 11, 2014)

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"I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful."

— Clemence Poesy (via solunars)

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My Thoughts

All throughout one’s life, one encounters ups and downs, victories and defeats, triumphs and falls. I have gone through many tough times in my life and each time I thought I had met someone who would stay by my side through them and now I finally have.

I’ve found a beautiful girl whom I don’t treat with nearly enough love as I should but I swear from the bottom of my heart that I do love her and care for her from the depths of my soul.

Its a quaint feeling indeed when one opens themselves up to someone else and pours out their soul. Its like standing stark naked in front of them with all your flaws there for the world to see. Its such a rush when you open your eyes again after having clenched them for so long afraid that they would have left you in the dark and yet here they remain still there in the wind-struck forest.

In the midst of summer there lies a rock filled with dark memories and the seashells make the sounds of water and the smell of salt through the ears of you.

-Thoughts from the hour before Dawn, 28 Dec 1908.