The Originals.

Just a girl lost in being found, and this is my journey there. I believe in love. Enjoy today and smile tomorrow.

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I need you to promise that you’ll remember me, that even if one day you’re dragging your teeth across someone else’s neck, you won’t forget the nights I held you too tightly. I need to hear you say I’m unforgettable, indispensable, even if that isn’t how it turns out.

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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)

 

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And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)

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ponderation:

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