what??

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills: to know that high initiation, she must often tread where it is hard to tread, and feel the chill air, and watch through darkness. It is not true that love makes things easy: it makes us choose what is difficult.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

nobody believes me

Im sorry I can't be perfect. Im tired of trying to make everyone happy. Im serious wtf.  everyone else is so goddamn selfish. now its my turn. I had a great night with someone who actually cares. Id rather be with someone who cares than keep wasting my fucking time.
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