16465.) I don’t know myself.
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16269.) I’m afraid of falling in love. I’m afraid of receiving love. I’m afraid that if I give love they’ll just get greedy. I guess I’m just afraid of love.
(via blogsecret)
16137.) i’m afraid i’ll never find a person who will love me unconditionally with all my imperfections.
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pour se battre, on doit essayer. si on n’essaie pas, on ne peut pas avoir ce qu’on veut le plus dans le monde.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
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