desiderata.

Just wanted to share a lil secret.
Somedays, I miss Ireland so much, I listen to Irish radio, just to hear the accent and the warmth in the voices of the Irish, to remind myself of the life that was.

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Words to live by. And the adorable picture of him really sells it.

only love is real. 

but to love is to give without having any expectations. 

now that part, is rather difficult. 

indeed.

(Source: icanread)

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end

But you didn’t have to cut me off

Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low

what an amazing cover!

not everyone would think you’re worth fighting for. 

lesson learnt. 

it’s not that i don’t enjoy my job.

but somedays, you really just wish you never had to step foot into a hospital again. 

all i’ve done is an act of kindness. 

and is this what i get in return?

it breaks my heart. 

sometimes, fate and your dreams will collide.