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There are so many things that are decided for us. We don’t choose where we’re born, who we’re born to, how our parents raise us, what values they instill in us, or even how long they’re a part of our lives. I hate that part of life, not having any control over it. It smacks you right in the face whenever it wants, and you’re just expected to take the hit and carry on.
When you’re surrounded by noise and chaos, it’s the quiet that makes you feel alive.
When you held on to something too long, it always left a mark.
Blood wasn’t always thicker than water.
Some people enter your life and it’s as if they were always there.
The sky looked like a watercolor painting, a mix of blues and yellows and pinks, but the beauty of it paled in comparison to her.
Everything was temporary . . . even life itself.
