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Ah, but not all hearts are the same, darlin’. I don’t think yours is made of sunshine and rainbows. Princess bullshit, isn’t that what you said at the fair? I know yours is the exact opposite. Yours is a fortress. One that needs to be battled for. Bled for. Once inside, it belongs to whoever was smug enough to believe he could get past the gates.

Bella Di Corte, Marauder

I’d kept away from anything that caused highs and lows for all of my adult life, preferring to sail smoothly down comfortable lane. With my past, you didn’t have to be a therapist to understand why I’d take that route. 

Vi Keeland, The boss project 

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"If you want to be happy—you have to take chances. You have to open yourself up to getting hurt.”

“I’m scared to make a choice.” My voice cracks as I round the car into my neighborhood.

“You know what’s scarier?” she asks. “Not making one at all.”

L. J. Shen, Beautiful Graves

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But even love dies when you stomp on it enough. 

Saffron A. Kent, Bad Boy Blues 

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Wren fell into a period of self-reflection after that, a time where she realized it was more important to love herself than be loved by someone else. That’s not to say that she didn’t hope to love another person again, just that she understood it wasn’t the most important thing for survival.

Penelope Ward, Moody 

Don’t shy away from the world. You will get hurt. You will hurt others, even if you don’t mean to. Pain is inevitable through life. But joy is too. So seize the day.

Love hard.

Get lots of sleep.

Eat well.

And remember our flower rule: if it doesn’t make you grow or blossom—let it go.

L. J. Shen, The Devil Wears Black 

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I wasn’t built to be kept. 

Elle Kennedy, Good Girl Complex

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That’s the thing about pain. You live with it, you embrace the rightness of it, until someone finally reaches through the broken glass, and grabs ahold of the real you, the you that had been lost and hurting. Broken and bleeding, they hold on for dear life, refusing to let go.

They join you in your pain.

And as you watch the blood pour down their arm, you realize, the pain is you, you are the pain, you are the master of your own destiny, you built up the shards of glass.

And now, it isn’t just effecting you.

But someone else who isn’t deserving of it.

Which makes you pause and take notice — did I ever deserve the same thing? Read More »

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a connection between two people is no less valuable if cut short by circumstance 

Penelope Ward, The Aristocrat

(...) whenever I thought of falling in love, I’d feel slightly ill and unsettled. Love is risk. For me, opening myself up to certain risks meant opening myself up to pain. 

Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy

Humans are the same across the board. Always unhappy. Always searching for more. Never satisfied with what they have.

- Claire Contreras

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When girls like us fall, there’s no one to catch us. Least of all that boy for whom we’ve taken the fall.

We’re the girls with secrets and witchy hearts. We’re the girls who listen to sad songs. Who slow dance to them with tears streaming down our faces, even as a smile lingers on our lips. Who cry in our pillows at night and who ride our sunshine-yellow bicycle along the empty, desolate, miserable places, where no one goes.

Saffron A. Kent, My Darling Arrow

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