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“Because the things that left never stayed gone for good—not really. The things that mattered always returned. Just maybe not in the way you expected.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“And I was scared,” she admitted. “I think that’s what I regret. I regret being scared, because I thought I had time. I always thought I had time.” Her fingers combed through my hair gently, unraveling the knots with patience. “But we never have enough. I’ll never have enough.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“We were all made of up memories, anyway. Of ourselves, of other people. We were built on the songs sung to us and the songs we sang to ourselves, the songs we listened to with broken hearts and the ones we danced to at weddings.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

esse livro é basicamente uma carta de amor a propria mae e aos seus sonhos e isso é lindo nao paro de chorar

“My grams used to tell me that love is rare. The real kind.” Gigi pulled her arm through Mitch’s, her face thoughtful and adoring. “It’s not given, it’s not stolen—love is borrowed, she always said. It’s borrowed, and how lucky we are to be afraid of losing it.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

What magic felt like. How it moved. How it persisted. How it thrived. It lived in midnight joyrides with best friends, singing to stave off sleep after a night at a concert two hours away. It lived in afternoon drives with parents, howling the guitar riffs at the top of their lungs. It lived in weeklong road trips just at the corner of your memory, to places you can’t even remember.

QUE LINDO QUE LINDO QUE LINDO

“But some days I miss her more than others. Some days I’d give up everything just for one of her hugs. And then I have to remind myself that she’s gone, but bits of her stay. The parts that made me, the parts that raised me, the parts she left behind. They all stay, bird. The things that matter always do.”

que livros sao esses eu nao paro de chorar

“No one told you what to do after you made it to the top, after you accomplished what you set out for—no one told you that the grass wasn’t greener, that you didn’t feel any more whole, that whatever you were chasing and finally caught didn’t fill you with the permanent kind of happiness you expected.”

meio triste pensar que os sonhos so existem pq as vezes sao inalcançáveis e te permite tentar

adoro como esse livro aborda o burnout

amo todas as relações de amizade que a ashley poston escreve