half of adulting is basically you trying not to cry
The other half is crying
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remember that you are the love of your own fucking life
“I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.”— Beau Taplin
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