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8112000:

“At the end of the day, life is about making yourself happy and being able to say that you are proud of who you are. If you have a job that you hate and a boss who’s an asshole, then quit. If you can’t quit because you need to pay the bills, that’s cool too but don’t forget to give yourself time to just chill. If you’re not happy with your life, it doesn’t matter what other people think. If you’re not happy with yourself, it doesn’t matter that other people are. This is your life, nobody else’s. And I think people forget that.”

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8112000:

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

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Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

it makes you stronger than ever

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thelovewhisperer:

“I can’t say I’m proud of my life, but I can say I’m proud that I’ve learned. I’ve learned that I can’t rely on everyone, but I can’t expect everyone to hurt me either. I know some things don’t work out, but I know everything has been for the better. I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to walk around with a smile. But I know where I’ve been, and where I’m going. I know who I am and who my friends are. I’ve had some tough stuff thrown at me, but I’ve gotten by. I’m not one to complain, so I’ll keep trying. And in the end, I’ll know I did my best.”

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yourhandwrittenletter:

“It goes like this: he holds you like a question mark and you never wonder why. Lanky limbs and cold coffee, but when he presses you close, you forget to ask where he goes in the middle of the night. No promises, he says, and you think that’s sweet. Because maybe the world is cruel and some prettier girl broke his heart. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. Whispered, half way past the moon, an I love you followed only by breathing. And even though you know he’s awake, you learn how to pretend. It goes like this: he doesn’t come back one day. He grows out his hair and starts smoking on the patio of someone else who believes in mending broken pieces. Your mother says she told you so, and your friends pour tequila down your throat like some kind of consultation prize. They tell you he’s a fool, and you let them think you agree. And you tear, and you crash, and you crave, but you survive. At night, you whisper this into your pillow, and begin to remember that he smelled like secrets and women and somehow, you confused this with hope. It goes like this: he holds her like a lifeline and you begin to wonder why. But chicken legs and frigid waters, you always knew you weren’t enough. And when you forget how to pretend, curled like a child under the covers of a bed that is suddenly bigger than all the world, you’ll learn how to forgive yourself or maybe just how to hate yourself, but at least you’re beginning to understand yourself. Let me tell you a story I wish I’d known. It goes like this: we break our own damn hearts.”

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bl-ossomed:

“People leave you out in the cold and get mad when you learn how to get warm by yourself.”

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wordsnquotes:

“I would never intentionally want to hurt someone’s feelings.”

— Sara Bareilles (via wnq-music)

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