I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.
― John Mayer   (via elauxe)

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On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars—Something good will come out of all things yet—And it will be golden and eternal just like that—There’s no need to say another word.
― Jack Duluoz, Big Sur (via royalrex)
I loved you ever: but it is no matter.
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet (via larmoyante)
Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
― Robert Brault  (via muslimahbyheart)

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I’m sorry that you love me and that I cause you nothing but pain; you remind me so much of myself I can’t help but want to hurt you.
― it’s not you, it’s me (via writurs)
Human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they’re finished.
― Dan Gilbert (via analyticalmuslim)

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No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side.

Or you don’t.

Stephen King (via sophianism)
By now I was so cold
it felt like burning.
― Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay (via violentwavesofemotion)