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“There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.”

When does this day stop being the day you died? When does it stop feeling unfair that it was you? I wonder if this day will ever stop being hard.


whenever “strong female characters” insult men by calling them girls  my eyes roll so far back in my head i can see my brain cells die


destroy this new idea that a woman can’t be strong if she cries over a man she’s lost. destroy the idea that you have to be cold and emotionally detached in order to be a strong woman

EY  (via sexual-feelings)
I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter.
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