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Me: I want compliments and attention Someone: * gives me compliments and attention* Me: *trembling slightly* what the hell
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You can always leave, but try to stay.
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The prettier the garden, the dirtier the hands of the gardener.
B. E. Barnes, Put in work. (via quotefeeling)
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moonbeam-ffxiv · 4 years
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I guess my life hasn't always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I wanted. At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they'll break my heart.
— Jonathan Franzen
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moonbeam-ffxiv · 4 years
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is she... y'know... *mimes baking bread in a secluded woodland cottage while a butterfly floats by your windowsill herb garden*
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“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”
— Starra Neely Blade   (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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moonbeam-ffxiv · 4 years
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The itch to ask whether I’m still loved; and the itch to say, I love you, half-fearing that the other has forgotten, since the last time I said it.
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