False truths

A man is but the product of his thoughts: what he thinks, he becomes.

“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.”

—   Vladimir Nabokov (via feellng)

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optimistsdaughter:

Saturday night is going to be wild.

optimistsdaughter:

Saturday night is going to be wild.

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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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