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I love unmade beds.

I love when people are drunk and crying
and cannot be anything but honest in that moment.

I love the look in people’s eyes
when they realize they’re in love.
I love the way people look when
they first wake up and
they’ve forgotten their surroundings.

I love the gasp people take
when their favorite character dies.

I love when people close their eyes
and drift to somewhere in the clouds.

I fall in love with people
and their honest moments all the time.

I fall in love with their breakdowns
and their smeared makeup
and their daydreams.

Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

Unknown  |  @wnq-unknown
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[melisica]

Iurie Belegurschi

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Stop apologizing. You don’t have to say sorry for how you laugh, how you dress, how you make your hair, how you do your makeup, how you speak. You don’t have to be sorry for being yourself. Do it fearlessly. It’s time to accept: this is you, and you gotta spend the rest of your life with you. So start loving your sarcasm, your awkwardness, your weirdness, your peculiar habits, your unique sense of humor, your voice, your talents, your everything. It will make your life so much easier to simply be yourself.

Danielle Mansutti | @thequotejournals

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I think there’s a big difference
between being a bad person
and being bad at being a person.

Megan Falley, “Letter From the First Woman I Tried to Love,” Redhead and the Slaughter King
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