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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers (via weareglitter)
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Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
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You also are physically nourishing the pathways in your brain associated with healthy coping mechanisms, making them easier to use in the future.
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I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn’t come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them and then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, always taking what they felt was theirs.
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I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
—Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice (via maleeredeems)
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