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onlinecounsellingcollege:

We can only ever be who we are – and at some point, that has to be good enough.” – Panache Desai

dark-romantics:

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Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

undead-vices:

You and me in a hammock on the porch while listening to the rain.

metamorphesque:

My delightful, my love, my life, I don’t understand anything: how can you not be with me? I’m so infinitely used to you that I now feel myself lost and empty: without you, my soul. You turn my life into something light, amazing, rainbowed – you put a glint of happiness on everything – always different: sometimes you can be smoky-pink, downy, sometimes dark, winged – and I don’t know when I love your eyes more – when they are open or shut.ALT

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra