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One of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened before.

-- Joan Didion  (via thatkindofwoman)

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do not tell her you love her if you are not ready for her to call you at 3 AM freaking out.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot handle her father or mother.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot love her at her worse.
do not tell her you love her if you only crave for her curves, not her mind.
do not tell her you love her if you cannot deal with her mood swings.
do not tell her you love her just to have sex.

-- do not tell her you love her. Krystal Gonzalez  (via staywithmeforevr)

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"It’s impossible," said pride.

"It’s risky," said experience.

"It’s pointless," said reason.

"Give it a try," whispered the heart.

-- Author Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)

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Were you ever just dandelion wine?
Did you ever let your body be an altar?
Were you ever the loudest in the room?
Did you ever let your pain lay open?
Spread it out across your face?
Let it be the dirge it is?

-- Dominique Christina Ashaheed, “Mama,” published in Alight (via noogu)

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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

--

Pablo Neruda

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

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You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

-- Catherynne M. Valente  (via hip-)

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Some women are
lost in the fire.
Some women are
built from it.

-- Michelle K., Some. (via michellekpoems)

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I taste the good and bad in you and want them both.

-- Anita Ofokansi, Literary Sexts (via thatkindofwoman)

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I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.

-- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath  (via thatkindofwoman)

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