If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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Oh soul, you worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
Rumi
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I’m gonna need you to love me a little harder sometimes. Most days, I’ll act like I’m just fine. I’ll paint my smile across my face and wear it proudly. I’ll laugh loudly like I’ve never tasted sadness in my life. But other days, I will not be so strong. I will not walk boldly into the room, I will collapse into it. My vision of life will be clouded by darkness, and I will make my walls extra thick in hopes that you don’t notice. Please, notice. And when you do, pull me close. Hold me until we’re both too warm for anything else to matter. Let me breathe you in. Tell me that you love me, don’t stop until I respond, and then tell me again. I know this could be inconvenient for you, and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother, but sometimes I need to be told that I’m worth it.
Maxwell Diawuoh , NaPoWriMo Day 6 - Love (via wnq-writers)

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April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. Eliot, from Waste Land in “Selected Poems Of T. S. Eliot”
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April / Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Song Of A Second April,” (edited)

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Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.
George R.R. Martin

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