Don’t you call anybody else baby,
'Cause I'm your baby still
You took a long time to make it
But I’ll never change my mind
I’ve never tried to fake it
Never drew the line

Don’t you call anybody else baby
Don’t you call anybody else baby
Don’t you call anybody else baby
'Cause I'm your baby still

I’m damaged bad at best
She’ll decide what she wants
I’ll probably be the last to know
No one says it ‘til it shows
See how it is, they want you or they don’t
Say yes

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

John Green  (via schlafwandel)

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There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,—when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.

Kate Chopin (via romini)

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The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.

He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.

Tiny Stories  (via 1112pm)

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One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’

Unknown, Humans of New York (via 1112pm)

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She thought it was part of the hardship of her life that there was laid upon her the burthen of larger wants than others seemed to feel – that she had to endure this wide hopeless yearning for that something, whatever it was, that was greatest and best on this earth.

George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss (via misswallflower)

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