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Enjoying life. And I warn you now, I'm not a kind of person you want to have problem with. Be careful. Sometimes I'm easy to please, sometimes I'm not.

[stillgotscars]

loml - taylor swift

[in-her-wildest-dreams]

just trying to process these lyrics and how they’re actual poetry

[a-bright-ray-of-sunshine]

"May the flowers remind us why the rain was so necessary."

—Xan Oku

[radiantquotes]

I didn’t become heartless, I just became smarter. My happiness will not depend on someone else. Not anymore.

(via radiantquotes)

[tswiftslyrics]

[surqrised]

“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.”

— Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You

[gravity-rainbow-deactivated2024]

Two English Poems

                         I

  The useless dawn finds me in a deserted street-      corner; I have outlived the night.   Nights are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves      laden with all the hues of deep spoil, laden with      things unlikely and desirable.   Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals,      of things half given away, half withheld,      of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act      that way, I tell you.   The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds      and odd ends: some hated friends to chat      with, music for dreams, and the smoking of      bitter ashes.  The things my hungry heart      has no use for.   The big wave brought you.   Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily      and incessantly beautiful.  We talked and you      have forgotten the words.   The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street      of my city.   Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to      make your name, the lilt of your laughter:      these are the illustrious toys you have left me.   I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find      them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and      to the few stray stars of the dawn.   Your dark rich life …   I must get at you, somehow; I put away those      illustrious toys you have left me, I want your      hidden look, your real smile – that lonely,      mocking smile your cool mirror knows.

                      II

  What can I hold you with?   I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the      moon of the jagged suburbs.   I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked      long and long at the lonely moon.   I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts      that living men have honoured in bronze:      my father’s father killed in the frontier of      Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs,      bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in      the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather      –just twentyfour– heading a charge of      three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on      vanished horses.   I offer you whatever insight my books may hold,      whatever manliness or humour my life.   I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never      been loyal.   I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved,      somehow –the central heart that deals not      in words, traffics not with dreams, and is      untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.   I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at      sunset, years before you were born.   I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about      yourself, authentic and surprising news of      yourself.   I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the      hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you      with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

                    - Jorge Luis Borges (1934)

[anubisssxo]

[thelovewhisperer]

The one thing I hate the most is saying goodbye. It’s never been easy for me. I mean, how do you approach the concept of goodbye? Goodbyes are all different. Some are for a day, some are for a month. But others are forever. And the concept of forever is hard to accept. It’s like, hey, I’m never going to see you again, goodbye. It doesn’t feel complete. But I think that’s what goodbyes are. They’re incomplete and you honestly don’t know how long the goodbye will last. It’s a part of life.

Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

[gentlemanmotorslifestyle]

[entpshit]

Having feelings isn’t just an F type thing.

Being logical isn’t just a T type thing.

Imagination isn’t just an N type thing.

Being real isn’t just an S type thing.

[perfectquote]

The ones who hurt us cannot heal us. That’s not the way it works. That’s not the way it ever works.

Ashleigh Catibog-Abraham, There’s Nothing Left to Save (via perfectquote)

[thoughtkick]

If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.

Lemony Snicket (via thoughtkick)

[perfectquote]

Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our life.

Akshay Dubey (via perfectquote)

[amortizing]

For what it’s worth: It’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via amortizing)

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