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“If you’re lonely, bored or unhappy, remember you are young. There is so much time to meet new people and go to new places.”
— Ezra Koenig
“I liked my books and clouds and sunsets.”
— The Outsiders.
“Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we’ve missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.”
— Douglas Coupland, Life After God
Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “Psychopathology Ward”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972
“Life is not about who you once were. It’s about who you are right now, and the person you have the potential to be.”
— Unknown
Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness
I will always reblog this
My version of flirting is looking at someone I find attractive multiple times and hoping they're braver than me.
i did my part. i hope my absence gives you peace that my love couldn't
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
““Can I see you again” is such a sweet thing to say.”
— Unknown
“Nothing is quite as beautiful as someone who has survived losing everything and still has a tender heart.”
— Unknown
“I’m not everything I want to be, but l’m more than I was, and l’m still learning.”
— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”
“When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.”
— John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson