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Please don’t get tired of me.
it happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
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There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.Unknown (via sexclution)
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Since then she had changed so much in her thoughts, in her ways, even in her looks, that she might wonder she knew herself―except that the changes were all in the direction of becoming more and more herself.Willa Cather, Lucy Gayheart (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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