The best way to protect yourself is to be as fluid and formless as water; never bet on stability or lasting order. Everything changes.
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When we think of “meant to be,” we automatically assume forever. But maybe it isn’t supposed to last forever. Maybe it’s just someone who is in your life to teach you something. Maybe the forever is not the person, but what we gain from them.
excerpt from a diary I don’t own. (via southernsparkleandshine)
excerpt from a diary I don’t own. (via southernsparkleandshine)
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someday someone is gonna be so soft and gentle with your heart, you’re gonna be so glad you kept it open, you’re gonna wonder why you ever thought about quieting it down
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It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)
Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)
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You can never laugh too much or have too many orgasms.
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Michael Faudet (via wordsnquotes)
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Do you know what your problem is? You can’t live with the idea that someone might leave.
John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
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John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
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Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
Advice to Sylvia Plath, from her mother (via naturaekos)
Advice to Sylvia Plath, from her mother (via naturaekos)
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Do you even wonder? I mean about us, what happened? It was almost like our relationship was a piece of paper crumbled up and thrown away; forgotten. What might have happened if we didn’t throw it away? Maybe we would still be together or maybe not. Or maybe secretly we haven’t thrown it away yet. We’re saving it because we’re hoping someday we can pull it out of our pockets and rekindle what we once had. Or maybe it’s not even that we want it back, maybe it’s that we don’t want to lose what we had, but at the same time, we know it’s already lost. I wonder that a lot, and I wonder if you wonder sometimes too.
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