Ask Away, Darling.

We were promised to be young and immortal.
We will not rot in the dust.

If I was stronger then I would up and go.

But here I am.

And here we go again.

5 hours ago
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Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar (via avvfvl)

Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

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(Source: larmoyante, via eletheowl)

6 hours ago
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You knew I was fragile, but you fucking dropped me anyway.