I like the way you look at me and I see your beauty-inner and outer

I wish I felt the same way but I don’t.

He doesn’t deserve me.

I no longer pine for him and his attention. I don’t want it. I don’t need it. I am content.

"Perhaps there is nothing in the world I cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how empty I am once it has left. Does it, ironically, pay me these short visits in order to show me that I have wasted my life?"
Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre (via fenist)

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