It always rains hardest on those who deserve the most sun.

Unknown (via quote-book)



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No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

Eleanor Roosevelt (via quote-book)



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Dreams are the answers to questions that we haven’t yet figured out how to ask.

Fox Mulder (via whokilled) (via suzywire) (via booklover)



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When I pick you up
curl your legs around me and
melt into my skin.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) (via quote-book)



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You can’t make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize your worth.

Unknown (submitted by itumbleon.tumblr.com) (via quote-book)



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Because you’re hoping you’re wrong. And every time she does something that tells you she’s no good, you ignore it. And every time she comes through and surprises you, she wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself that she’s not for you.

The Holiday (via alongcameemily) (via quote-book)



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People always think that happiness is a faraway thing, something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up; a place of shelter when it rains—a cup of strong hot coffee when you’re blue; for a man, a cigarette for contentment; a book to read when you’re alone—just to be with someone you love. Those things make happiness.

Francie Nolan (A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, Betty Smith) (via lovebot) (via quote-book)



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— February 12, 2010 —

crushes:

“Are you okay?” you asked, several seconds into our hug.

“…yes…” I answered. “Why?”

“You’re holding me a lot tighter than you usually do.”

I was so excited to be in your arms that I hadn’t really noticed that I had thrown mine around you with a lot more enthusiasm than usual. Whoops! I had already opened my mouth to apologize when I felt you shifting your grip to pull me even closer. So what actually came out of my mouth was fueled by my flustered, fluttering brain and was a lot lamer than I would have wanted.

But you didn’t seem to mind my inane babble.

And then you held me for a long, long time.

Why, oh why, can’t such moments last forever?







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