#weed

I loved you too much to lose you twice. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

I had found him again, and with him, my world had become completely unwound. It was messy and impulsive, naïve and irrational, and somehow, right again. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

Don’t count him out, Julia. He hasn’t given up on you. ↗

— Laura Miller

#love #love

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days. ↗

— Laura Miller

#dreams #love #dreams

A weed is but an unloved flower. ↗

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#unloved #weed

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow firm there, firm as weeds among stones. ↗

— Charlotte Bronte

#been #difficult #education #eradicate #firm