I wanna tell you a secret, you can take your double standard love and keep it.
― (via whoareutojudgex3)
screw you and all your lies.
― co via Six Word Story (via a11-a1one)
I am enough. Screw you for making me believe otherwise.
― Note to self #1  - Ten word story (via blossomfully)

I often forget how strong I am. I forget that I got over this pain before and I forgot how better it made me become. How silly we tend to forget something so dire to mending a broken heart. Now I’m always in constant reminder that I’ve been through the storm before and came out stronger and better on the other side. I just need to have faith. I was broken and bruised but now I’m alright. I guess it’s true when they say everything will be alright. If it’s not alright then it’s not the end. I really do just need to give myself a little time to forget. 

Point is, It’s silly now thinking back to how heartbroken I felt. Now always remembering the above, I don’t give a fuck about what happened. It numbs the pain and makes me happier. Because I know I’ll do it again - get past this… again like I did before. Because I am that strong. 

Don’t underestimate how strong you are. Or how much your heart can love again. 

Every time I don’t say what I truly want to say to someone, it eats me up inside. Maybe that’s why I when I like someone, I always confess. It’s not really being outgoing or having guts. Everyone loves to be truly liked by someone else and I guess I just wasn’t afraid to say it. 

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via wordsnquotes)
I didn’t like having to explain to them, so I just shut up, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the sea.
― Albert Camus, The Stranger (via wordsnquotes)