That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.
read that, again. (via tsuyuake)

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(Reblogged from arte-fucked)
You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it…fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf—your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in the flight from the real reality.
John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman (via larmoyante)
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You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via larmoyante)
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if you know yourself and own your weaknesses, what can anyone else do to you? let your weakness shine. you cannot be beaten if you live in a state of surrender.
Torquil Campbell, in explaining the meaning behind the lyric, “When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.”
My heart does not belong to me, nor to anyone else. It declared its
independence from me before it turned into a stone.
Mahmoud Darwish, excerpt from “From now on you are somebody else” in A River Dies of Thirst (via larmoyante)
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Come on sorrow
Take your own advice
Hide under your bed
Turn out the light
The stars this night in the sky are ringing out
You can almost hear them saying
“Close your eyes now kid”
MAGPIE TO THE MORNING #copyPaste NotShoutingNotRetyping
Live well. Love hard. Be thankful for the privilege.
I don’t say I don’t want to live longer - if there’s anyone who enjoys life, who has a strong feeling for the pleasures, just of being alive, of waking up, of knowing it’s another day, welcoming the sun or wind or even a nice hot breakfast with the smell of coffee, it’s hard to want to die when you feel like that.
Agatha Christie, audio clip from The Mystery of Agatha Christie with David Suchet (PBS)
There was no hierarchy of humanity. There was no one way to be, or even two, but many. And no one could strip me of my value and dignity, because no one had bestowed them. These things came into the world with me.
Up From Pain, Charles Blow
Abusers don’t necessarily make children different, but rather, they are diabolically gifted at detecting difference, often before the child can see it in him or herself. It is possible that Chester glimpsed a light in me, and that moved the darkness in him.
Up From Pain, Charles Blow