"The truth was that I knew, after all those flat January days, that I deserved better. I deserved I love yous and kiwi fruits and flowers and warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a million expressions, I deserve to be a bride all dressed in white and the warmth of a baby’s kick under my hand. I deserved to grow, and to change, to become all the girls that I could be over the course of my life, each one better than the last."
— Sarah Dessen Someone Like You (via abutterflyexposed)

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