November's Child
The one who has stolen the cherries since a rainy day

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"Dump the toxic people out of your life. Get them gone. Kick them to the curb. Stop maintaining relationships with people that make you feel guilty about things that you like, that make you feel shitty about yourself, that put you down, that don’t fucking support you, that are mean. You just get those people and shove them out of your life. Delete them off of Facebook, break it down easily. Just kind of fizzle out with the contact. Let it be like almost as if it might be growing apart. Just get rid of those people, because instead of just maintaining these “relationships” with people for the sake of just being polite or civil, you can be civil without having people that you can’t stand in your life and you’ll be so much happier. You need to stop maintaining relationships with toxic people because it’s just not good for you and it’s not worth any of your time."
- Rachel Whitehurst (via larmoyante)

You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.

- Danielle Laporte (via avvfvl)

(Source: chelsieautumn, via 5000letters)

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"Imagine everything you ever wanted shows up one day and calls itself your life. And then just when you start to believe in it - gone. And suddenly it gets very hard to imagine a future. That’s depression, right?"
- Side Effects (2013) dir. Steven Soderbergh (via larmoyante)
"Tell your friends I’m crazy. I cry too fucking much. Spilled milk, and closed doors. Broken promises. Tell them about the times your words took my breath away and my knees buckled,
black trails of mascara streaming down my cheeks like war paint. Tell your friends I’m crazy. I need too fucking much. You offered me a piece of your heart, but I wanted the whole thing. Selfish. Asking to kiss you and trying to hold your hand. Tell them about the girl you loved before, the times you brought her memory into bed with us, the time I turned away when you murmured her name. Tell your friends I’m crazy. Tell them about the scars. Tell them that when I asked you to love me, you took your clothes off and thought it was the same thing. Tell them that for months after you left all I tasted was whiskey and tears, sometimes a cigarette or
another boy’s lips. Tell your friends I’m crazy. Tell them that I loved you. Tell them that I’ve learned."
- Susanna Leigh (via fleurlungs)

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"Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands."
- Jean-Paul Sarte, No Exit (via larmoyante)
"I don’t want to earn my living; I want to live."
- Oscar Wilde (via larmoyante)
"Sleep tries to seduce me by promising a more reasonable tomorrow."
- Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept (via larmoyante)
"Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers."
- Iain S. Thomas (via larmoyante)
"I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind."
- Iain S. Thomas (via larmoyante)
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