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♔ An eighteen-year-old lass named Khae who was born and grew up in the Philippines and now living her life in the U.S. I am nowhere near perfect, but I can always be true to myself and be forever grateful that I have a perfect God who has blessed me with not just a beautiful life but also with a wonderful family and friends. Big dreams will someday be fulfilled by an ambitious dreamer like me, who has yet to make them all finally come to reality. Good books and photographs, white roses, baby's breath, sticky notes, sunsets, and dandelions are only a few of those things that make me simply happy. I'm one of those teenagers who desires to learn horseback riding and would love to receive a handwritten letter someday from the one who owns my heart.

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Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
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I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.
—Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies (via creatingaquietmind)

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You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
—Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via perfect)

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You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading.

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In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
But if a mirror ever makes
you sad
you should know
that it does
not know
you.
—Kabir (via perfect)

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When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all… grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.
—Doctor Who (Love and Monsters)

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If you try, it might not happen. If you don’t try, it definitely won’t happen.
—Lisa Cimorelli (via pridecimorelli)

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I was born with a reading list I will never finish.
—Maud Casey  (via jmsalinger)

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It’s easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you’d be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often than not, it’s lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.
—Sherrilyn Kenyon (via kari-shma)

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rnackenzieSTUDYING IS SO FRICKIN HARD TO DO THERE’S SO MANY DISTRACTIONS LIKE MY PHONE AND A PIECE OF PAPER AND OXYGEN

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I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.

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We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.
Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via bookmania)

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Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being
then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls.
You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long.
There is no ache like loving a curious one
who chases every falling star and never catching one.
Who comes and sees and conquers
and leaves.

I’ve fallen in love with a curious one.
Maybe one day he will take the train back home
and be curious enough to read one last message from me
carved on a seat.

“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.
Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One   (via venomous-poison)

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