In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
Libba Bray
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It’s sad how it is more socially acceptable to hate your body than to love it
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Treat her like you’re still trying to win her, and that’s how you’ll never lose her
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I wonder what it’s like to be the girl that makes a boy’s breath hitch in his throat whenever he sees you and makes his thumbs hover nervously over the keyboard on his phone as he’s debating whether to text you or not
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Wait for someone who keeps you sane, but also drives you crazy in all the right ways
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The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get
Joanna Hoffman
