Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.

People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness.

I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.

Virginia Woolf (via unabashinglyme)

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Let love, let it take over

If you leave, please stay gone

Cc (six word story)

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