Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love.

Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello (via larmoyante)

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The fact that you’re struggling doesn’t make you a burden. It doesn’t make you unloveable or undesirable or undeserving of care. It doesn’t make you too much or too sensitive or too needy. It makes you human. Everyone struggles. Everyone has a difficult time coping, and at times, we all fall apart. During these times, we aren’t always easy to be around — and that’s okay. No one is easy to be around one hundred percent of the time. Yes, you may sometimes be unpleasant or difficult. And yes, you may sometimes do or say things that make the people around you feel helpless or sad. But those things aren’t all of who you are and they certainly don’t discount your worth as a human being. The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness.

Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

F. Scott Fitzgerald   (via eat-my-fuck)

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Be merciful until you can’t be.

Until you feel your heart begin to harden
into a bullet.

Then use that bullet.

Clementine von Radics (via modernmethadone)

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isawtoday:

we the people - Dressed Down Lace

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Grilled Cheese with Avocado, Egg and Sriracha

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larmoyante:

Lemn Sissay, “Love Poem”

the year of letting go
of understanding loss, grace of the word ‘no’
and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’
the year of humanity/humility
when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed
everyone i’ve met this year says the same thing
‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’
the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands
the year i learnt small talk
and how to smile at strangers
the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’
the year of sugar, everywhere
softness. sweetness. honey honey.
the year of being alone
and learning how much i like it
the year of hugging people i don’t know because i want to know them
the year i made peace and love
right here

Warsan Shire  (via commovente)

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Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.

Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via vous-trouvez)

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