Nothing lasts,” she says, and there’s a little crack in her voice. “You think it’s going to. You think, ‘Here’s something I can hold on to,’ but it always slips away.
I thought that love would repair me. I was wrong. I am the only one able to fix me.
There are people who don’t appreciate your presence. Do yourself a favor and don’t give these people any importance in your life.
Don’t love me so much, hey? Find somebody else.
Joyce Carol Oates, “Vigilante” (via electric-candles)
2 weeks ago
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