She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris. Gustave FlaubertMadame Bovary (via itseasyjusttolookaway)

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My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time. Jonathan Carroll

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humansofnewyork:

"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously.""Did she say something to you about it?""She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."
Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?

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The most common form of despair is not being who you are. Søren Kierkegaard

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Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Anne Lamott

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How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. Winnie the Pooh

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You cannot find peace by avoiding life. Virginia Woolf

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