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im damaged as hell but I’ll never hurt anyone the way I’ve been hurt

𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔩:

—Dariann García.

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

“There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation”

— Kate Chopin, The Awakening

“Whoever you are, and whatever helps, I hope today is a day you are finding the softest way through.”

— Andrea Gibson

Don't make the mistake of being so understanding and forgiving that you overlook the fact that you're being disrespected.

“To you, I’m gonna give all my secrets away. Would you then, if you knew everything about me, still you still want to stay?”

— simplesophistications