The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
written by Ernest Hemingway (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.
written by Carl Jung (via unplesant)
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I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
written by Uma Thurman (via landlockedmermaid)
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You are flowers
In my stomach
Cutting me open
Through the cracks
Of the ribs
I only want
To be the sun
written by (flowerdrunk)
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