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The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
— Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via abermals)
Reblogged from Pull Your Socks Up and Put Your Foot Down
