Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Oscar Wilde (via feellng)

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aseaofquotes:

 E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

aseaofquotes:

 E. M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

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I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
Shana Abe (via feellng)

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expect sadness
like
you expect rain.
both,
cleanse you.
natural, nayyirah waheed  (via zsrmx)

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The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.

Welcome home, it’s been so long.
Tina Tran, The Art of Letting Go (via larmoyante)

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That’s the trouble with loving a wild thing: You’re always left watching the door.
Edith Pattou, East (via observando)

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rnushroom:

waiting for someone to text back like

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