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evanoa · 2 years
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“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.”
-𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨
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evanoa · 2 years
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What still aches in my depths is that while I hurt and cried and my heart was breaking over you, you hurt over the pain you caused, over what else you may lose… not over me… never over me.
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evanoa · 2 years
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On ne connaît que les choses que l’on apprivoise, dit le renard. Les hommes n’ont plus le temps de rien connaître.
Antoine De Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince
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evanoa · 2 years
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There’s the root... I seek proof that I am enough from those that I care about.
I am now finally realizing that I will never appease an internal wound with external validation...
I simply need to start believing that I am enough for myself.
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evanoa · 2 years
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"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
-Lisa Kleypas
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evanoa · 2 years
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I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be
Kriti G. (via thoughtkick)
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evanoa · 2 years
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The knowing how something will/may turn out and how utterly broken you’ll be but trying anyways astounds me. I’ve never felt quite so illogical as I am in love....
Love cannot be hidden. It is madly impulse, clouds your mind and with great force of distraction, it numbs reason. The ecstasy of love also numbs you enough to not fear the pain of death.
Which is why it is highly venomous and dangerous. A venom that can take your life in seconds.
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evanoa · 2 years
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I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.
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evanoa · 2 years
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On changing my narrative...
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evanoa · 2 years
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I told myself I wouldn’t, but I caved, and here I am... falling apart yet again. 
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evanoa · 2 years
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There is such a comfort in knowing you don’t have to pretend or explain yourself with certain wonderful people.
Sometimes, when I say “I'm okay.” I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, “I know you’re not.”
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evanoa · 2 years
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On preemptive mourning...
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evanoa · 2 years
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On hopeless...
I did it.
I was strong and bold and vulnerable as I've always wished I could be... but I don't feel strong... I feel small and weak and shattered because I know how this ends, I can see it coming. I chose to use up what strength I had on a hopeless situation, and only managed to break myself even more... but at least I tried, right? I was worried I’d never try, but now I’m worried that I’ll never be able to again...
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evanoa · 2 years
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If only it were so easy... Even once you’ve realized this, it still feels impossible to put to practice, so I try to remember that everything I can do now seemed impossible at some point...
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I feel as though, at any given moment, I am missing too many people and too many places to bear... 
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evanoa · 2 years
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On being terribly and beautifully inevitable…
“I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.”
— Unknown
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