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The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.
Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Maas (via quotemybooks)
Time is just slipping away I thought I’d ask you to dance But look at me now all wrinkled and grey I never found the time of day To be free and reckless or run away. Look at me now all wrinkled and grey Don’t pity me, son for all I regret Is really a lesson to live and forget Remember me now as I once was On the inside always wrinkled and grey.
aleehaaaa (via wnq-writers)
In this sea of change, only you are my beacon, only you are my constant.
NM
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, or listened to rain slapping the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight, or gazed at the sun fading into the night? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly, when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed, with the next hundred chores running through your head? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow, and in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, let a friendship die, 'cause you never had time to call and say hi? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, it's like an unopened gift thrown away. Life isn't a race, so take it slower, hear the music before your song is over. David Weatherford
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
Sarah Dessen (via quotemadness)
Terribly Tiny Tales (Chapter - Uno)
These tales are in collaboration with Angela Abraham. (https://fridaynightreflections.wordpress.com/2016/02/20/coffeeshots-4-tiny-tales/)
Enjoy
#1
The phone beeped
The professor heard it and said “you are good for nothing. Absolutely useless.
A fool.”
He smiled internally.
His project was accepted.
Soon. He’ll be an entrepreneur.
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#2
She rang his doorbell.
She was late.
10 years late.
#3
She was late.
10 years late.
And then, she left.
He knew she would. She always did.
He will wait. Again.
Another 10 years.
#4
She left. Yet, he trusted her. Again.
After all she was the one.
The one he gave numerable second chances.
#5
He stood, staring at the moon.
He thought he saw her there, dancing.
He smiled. And jumped. Towards her.
Another death. Eternal love? Or just drugs?
#8
The bartender was walking home.
He saw something fall. Thud.
It was one of his regulars.
#9
She came back. Again.
This time in black.
And for once, didn’t leave. Ever.
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#10
He remembered those days she used to tie her hair.
It was his favorite shade of brown.
#11
He never understood why she frequented the parlour.
But she had to. To dye her silver locks.
She knew it was his favorite shade of brown.
You never really know the true value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.
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Listen a hundred times; ponder a thousand times; speak once.
Turkish Proverb (via fyp-philosophy)
At least you’re my favorite regret.
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Stunning Cityscape and Landscape Illustrations Composed of Geometric Shapes by Mat Szulik
Polish artist and 3D illustration Mat Szulik has composed a stunning series of geometric illustrations representing countries and cities served by Etihad Airways Abu Dhabi. As part of the ad campaign from M&C Saatchi Abu Dhabi agency, from New York to Paris including Abu Dhabi or Tanzania, Szulik beautifully captures the vibrancy of each image with an enchanting sensibility. The deeply saturated colors and the highly textured geometric characteristics add a magical effect fit for the pages of a modern-day fairy tale.
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Let go, or be dragged.
Zen proverb (via fyp-philosophy)
The best advice I’ve ever received: ‘no one else knows what they are doing either.’
Charles Bukowski (via fy-perspectives)
There’s more beauty in truth, even if it is dreadful beauty.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via wordsnquotes)
BUT YOU DIDN’T...
Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and dented it? I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't. And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say, "I told you so." But you didn't. Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were? I thought you'd leave, but you didn't. Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug? I thought you'd hit me, but you didn't. And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans? I thought you'd drop me, but you didn't. Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do. But you put up with me, and loved me, and protected me. There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Vietnam. But you didn't.
-anonymous
Even though you push me away sometimes, you pull me in twice as hard.
Selena M. (via wnq-writers)
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Rumi (via quotemadness)
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