andreea ciuca

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maaarine:

"Nick loved me. A six-o kind of love: He looooooved me. But he didn’t love me, me. Nick loved a girl who doesn’t exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can’t help it, it’s what I’ve always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what’s coveted, what’s au courant? I think most people do this, they just don’t admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they’re too lazy or stupid to pull off a switch.”

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This is the history of fuck you for

making me soft, for making me maleable,

for doing more than just testing my waters,

fuck you for making the oceans of me

feel so puddle at the sight of you.

This is the history of my mattress,

that has seen more mistakes

than I am sober enough to remember.

This is another man’s neck

and your name whispered against it.

This is not forgetting. This is trying to.

This is not enough ways to give up

as I thought there would be, only the one

with your caller ID and a hangover.

This is the history of love.

This is a rare thing, a history

written by one who did not win.
Ramna Safeer, Written by the Winners (via larmoyante)

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You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via larmoyante)