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Kay Patricio 19 years young. Taking up BS Psychology at University of Sto. Tomas. Filipina. Frustrated wrestler. Future psychiatrist and a wishful thinker ♥

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Love is like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.

— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via quotes-shape-us)

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“What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?”

O’Farrell

Everything you love is here

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“Maybe she’d needed her dream to come true to realize it was the wrong dream.”

— Tom Franklin, The Tilted World (via quoted-books)

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“But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.”

Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance (via bookmania)

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“And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via siennuh)

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