I’d be quiet, I’d be neat.
I’d be elegant, and sweet,
and fall asleep against your shoulder. Paper Aeroplanes - Flee
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After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises …

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

Jorge Luis Borges, from “You Learn”  (via seulray)

(Source: oofpoetry, via flossyandmaree)

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We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us. Ken Levine (via observando)

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