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Losing weight is not your life’s work, and counting calories is not the call of your soul. You surely are destined for something much greater, much bigger, than shedding 20 pounds or tallying calories. What would happen if, instead of worrying about what you had for breakfast, you focused instead on becoming exquisitely comfortable with who you are as a person? Instead of scrutinizing yourself in the mirror, looking for every bump and bulge, you turned your gaze inward?
by Lisa Turner  (via blua)

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I now understand what they meant when they said you don’t know what you have till it’s gone

h0odrich:

I wanna jump off a building and not die just relieve stress by slamming onto the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something

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splitting up is never easy when one person doesn’t want to leave the other.

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Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
by Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via deaths-and-entrances)

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