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ᴬⁿᵈ ᵀʰᵉ ᴹᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃʳᵉ, ᵀʰᵉ ᴹᵒʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵀᵒ ᴸᵒᵒˢᵉ
(Source: the-moon-whisperer, via depressedanxietydeath)
“I was happy once. I used to skip over sad poetry because that wasn’t me. I sang in the shower, even danced. I wrote poetry about us even if nobody cared to read it. Yours was the only opinion I cared about. You were in all of my poems. The star. You still are. Just not for the reason I want you to be. For how could I write love poetry about you.. when you don’t love me?”— -Teach Me How To Breathe;L.L.
(Source: wsrod-chmur, via panophobialnie)
(Source: pokochanie)
She just needs someone to understand her as much as her old self, someone who’ll love her as much while she is still learning to love herself. She needs time and reassurance to know what she really wants, don’t rush it. She needs someone to show her the more ways she’s worth it and deserves to be adored every second when she can’t see her purpose or forgets her strength. She needs freedom for what the world doesn’t accept, give her comfort when she feels trapped and accept her mind
(Source: gangueiro, via cybertrashpeach)
