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The thing is, hope can be a savior, or it can be an executioner. There’s no way to know which way the cards will fall. Only time will tell, and time is just as unpredictable as hope.
My trauma isn’t my life. It’s nothing but an awful piece wedged between a million beautiful pieces.
My family was never the warm and fuzzy type.” Somehow, that sounds better than saying, “They just don’t care.”
Life is too short to waste precious time on people who don’t appreciate and value you—family or not.
Do dreams themselves have power, or is it simply our own minds giving them that power?”
“Time spent loving another is never time wasted. In fact, I’m apt to believe it’s the only time that truly matters in this life.”
It’s up to you to decide if your love is worth all of the harrowing moments you may suffer as a result of it.”
I think our weirdness is what makes us unique, don’t you think?”
Sometimes you meet your match and those walls come tumbling down, brick by brick. You no longer want to run from potential heartbreak anymore, because heartbreak feels like a welcome risk when it means you have a fighting chance at love.
“You can’t wait around forever.” Heart, meet dagger.
Love. It’s the one thing in this world that can be both a killer and a healer.
I guess I’ve always been softhearted, which isn’t a terrible thing to be. The downside is, soft hearts are susceptible to leaks. Just the smallest puncture can have it bleeding out.
It’s dirty and blemished. Riddled with flaws. It’s perfect. And I realize how much those two things go hand-in-hand sometimes.
