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I think we are forgetting the greatest of them all 

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WHEN THE HELL IS IT MY TURN. 

OMG. LOOK AT COOKIE. 
HOLY FUCK.  

You forgot one

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woops almost forgot

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I literally said “oh my god” outloud at the Jensen one

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I LOST IT AT ROMNEY

ITS BACK

Oh my

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

By Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via quotes-shape-us)