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#Johanna Felicia Herrstedt

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Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.

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After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.

Veronica A. Shoffstall (via alighthouseofwords)

Distance isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s for people who don’t mind being alone. Who realize that you both lead separate lives even as you share one love. It’s for 2am phone calls and snuggling with your pillow. It’s for those precious moments when you know you’re the only one who has their attention, even if it’s only for a few minutes. Distance isn’t for the weak. It’s for the strong. It’s for those who know when something is worth it, regardless of how many miles are between you.

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Do something instead of killing time, because time is killing you.

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