... when I was living in Toronto and depressed out of my wits, I looked at A LOT of photographs of Audrey Hepburn. It gave me the will to live. I took out a ton of books from the library, full of glossy photographs, and told myself over and over that my life would be mine again, the way I wanted it. Thinking about how hard things were then still makes me feel sorry for myself. A little.
[image via This is Glamorous]
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and the sadness we will have known go away for a while in this hour or two before sleep...
but it doesn't do to dwell upon them too much in your waking moments.
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