Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
— (via a-ionia)
Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?
Maybe growing up was really nothing more than growing away: from your old life, from your old self, from all those things that kept you tethered to your past.
— Jennifer E. Smith, This Is What Happy Looks Like (via larmoyante)
They cripple the bird’s wing, and then condemn it for not flying as fast as they.
— Malcolm X (via despreciada)
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