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Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.

Marianne Williamson (via psych-facts)

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feelingsanti:

i’m not like other girls

i was born with glass bones and paper skin

every morning i break my legs, and every afternoon i break my arms

at night, i lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep

(via fuckmestupid)