Dumb ass generation. Bitches scared to love, niggas scared to show emotion. Everybody wanna be hard and heartless.........
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Quotes tagged ‘Quote of the Moment’
I worry that I’ll never love anyone as much as the first person I ever fell in love with. I worry that someday I will love someone else as much as the first person I ever fell in love with, and that he will love someone else that much, too.
It was an awards show. And they won! Why are we even talking about this?
People who suffer from depression often get frustrated with feeling like they’re a burden on other people.
I was happy to trade my youth, my body for the opportunity to feel seen and to feel special.
Fuck opportunity. This moment right now is beautiful and perfect. It’s not an opportunity. It’s already happening whether you like it or not — so you might as well like it.
You will look back on this time and think: I am so glad things didn’t work out when I thought I wanted them to.
I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
And though you voted for that awful man, I would never refuse your hand.
If you had one more shot, would you be the wound or the bandaid?
The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true. You are good; you are bad; you are abnormal; you are just like everyone else.
so her voice is the opposite of a lullaby/ more like a moan in the dark/ she is the thing that’s been keeping me up nights.
Traveler, there is no path. You make the path by walking.
Was I disappointed when you said goodbye to me? Not much. It’s hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.
One of the hardest things you will ever have to do, my darling, is to grieve the loss of a person who lit your soul on fire.
Tell me that you’re sorry. That you know we’re not stars. We’re just people. Tell me that you know there’s nothing poetic about plane tickets. Tell me that you want to buy them anyway.
Like a vase, a heart breaks once. After that, it just yields to its flaws.
Inner beauty can fade, too.
We are already locked into our own bodies.
I’m not supposed to admit that I want someone. That sometimes late at night when I can’t sleep the fact that there isn’t a person I can call makes me pause. I’m not supposed to admit that I feel like my career is becoming the most interesting thing about me and I’m terrified that that’s not going to…