; Pardon my french.
Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

— William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury  

I was 17 when I wrote that,” she reminds me. “That’s the age you are when you think someone can actually take your boyfriend. Then you grow up and realise no one takes someone from you if they don’t want to leave.

—Taylor talking about Better Than Revenge 

Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.

—these exact thoughts lately.

No, fuck you. I was worth it.

and I’m still worth it // R.R.

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