Sparkling Night Lights.

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Sometimes I feel so unappreciated by the people around me. Whenever I do something for people, I do not expect them to do anything back for me. All I want is these 2 words - thank you and a smile.

It’s so annoying that whenever I do something for someone they just brushed it off like it isn’t a big deal. Indeed, it isn’t a big deal but over time these “little” deals will accumulate and be more than those “big deals”. How difficult is it for them to get their manners right?

I love helping/giving things to people out because seeing them happy makes me happy too, somehow. However, as time passes, it just feels that people are taking my gestures for granted and it seemed like I owed then a living and it’s my duty to do something for them.

I think enough is enough. I’m done being nice to those who aren’t deserving.

— 15 hours ago
"You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?"

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via theyellowbrickroad)

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"Some days breathing is both too much and not enough."
10 Word Poem" series - #88 (via lettersto-savemyself)
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"I’m tired… I’m so tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s more than that."
Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)

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Chill chihuahua puppy enjoys a neck massage

i wish this was me



Chill chihuahua puppy enjoys a neck massage

i wish this was me

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Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.

You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.

Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)

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"I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am."
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via meggannn)

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