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They came to tell your faults to me, They named them over one by one; I laughed aloud when they were done, I knew them all so well before,— Oh, they were blind, too blind to see Your faults had made me love you more. Sara Teasdale (poet)
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How about some cake? Come on, have some.

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I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain and be ashamed of things you think are wrong with me. Esperanza Spalding ( (via uglypoem)
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