BabbleOn

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When my eyes meet his gaze as we’re sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the facade —   Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry          

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You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp. — Anne Lamott (via purplebuddhaproject)

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“Falling in love is a mix of all powerful things – Acceptance. Strength. Passion. War. – and when these things all collide in the human heart, it becomes effervescent. Fireworks. Volcanic explosions. Lightning strikes. – a heart on fire. It can show you purpose, reinvent your weaknesses, inherently and powerfully shift your perspective.

It can also bring challenging, debilitating fears… Mistakes that you’ve written off as lessons start to weigh heavy as burdens when someone offers to help carry yours. Damages are left from when monsters felt entitled to your heart or your mind or your body. The shame they left blinding you to cover their tracks.

There can almost be a guilt in having lived before that love, or a fear that your heart is a waste of that effervescence.

But everyone deserves a little fire in them, and the right kind of spark is worth fighting for… even if it’s yourself you’re fighting.” — Debby Ryan // 6/23/2015 // The Never Ending // SΞCOΠDHΛΠD

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I think of you. Constantly. You haunt my dreams. I have nightmares you are taken from me. You are present in my waking hours. If only in my mind. It's endless. It's torture. It's pleasure. It's memory. It's imagination. My longing is strong. My desire makes me feel weak. I want one more moment in time. One more night to freely express – body, mind and soul. I want to feel like we are the only two people in the world, if only for that brief time. No consequences. Just pure, unleashed passion, with no thought to anything or anyone but us. I want you to hold me and look at me as only you can look. You and me. Just one more night....

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Who’s There?

My eyes flew open and my heart was instantly racing. I didn't even realize I'd been asleep. I had been laying there trying to stay awake, but instead, kept dozing as I wondered if my brother was, in fact, going to show up that night. I had talked to him earlier in the day and he suggested he might get home a day early. Mom and Dad were in Europe for a few weeks and my big brother was planning to come keep me company for a few days. It was a long weekend and he had managed to get extra time off work which would help compensate for the 10 hour drive to get here.

I sat up in my bed and had my ears peeled for what startled me awake. I assumed I had heard a car drive up our road and then turn in and park on our driveway. Sure enough, less than a minute later, I heard a car door slam shut. I waited, still thinking I could be hearing a neighbour. I stole a glance at the clock. 11pm. A little late to be getting home for most of this sleepy, old neighbourhood, but not out of the realm of possibility either.

My question was soon answered when I heard a key turning in the lock and the dead bolt to the front door opening. I smiled to myself, happy to have my bro home. I laid back down to wait. We were big into pranking each other and I was assuming that at this late hour, he was hoping to scare me. I figured I'd indulge him for a bit and then scare him first!

I heard quiet shuffling as he got in the door. A few seconds later the steps were being ascended. He was going very slowly and treading carefully, but I was smiling to myself knowing it would be tough to navigate every old squeak. Sure enough, he hit one. I giggled but stayed in bed.

It sounded like he was at the top of the stairs and heading around the corner into the hall. My room was only a few steps away. I smiled and waited. I waited and wondered. Then I waited some more as my heart rate began to increase and the sweat started seeping out of my pores.

I waited but he didn't come. Where was he? I shakily turned on my light after what felt like an eternity. I forced myself to get up and look around. There was no sign of my brother. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck. My brother wasn't there. So who was?

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“The beautiful part of writing is that you don’t have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon.” — Robert Cormier

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“To me, all creativity is magic. Ideas start out in the empty void of your head - and they end up as a material thing, like a book you can hold in your hand. That is the magical process. It’s an alchemical thing. Yes, we do get the gold out of it but that’s not the most important thing. It’s the work itself.” — Alan Moore

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“People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can’t predict it. That’s love.” — Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

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“Fiction has been maligned for centuries as being “false,” “untrue,” yet good fiction provides more truth about the world, about life, and even about the reader, than can be found in non-fiction.” — Clark Zlotchew

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“We never know when our last day on earth will be. So, love with full sincerity, believe with true faith, and hope with all of your might. Better to have lived in truth and discovered life, than to have lived half heartedly and died long before you ever ceased breathing.” — Cristina Marrero

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Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper.” — Isaac Bashevis Singer (via quotes-shape-us)

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Moving On

I want what I cannot have

I ache with desire

I am overwhelmed with longing

My heart is on fire

He was momentarily close

And yet really so far

Our moment was like a dream

And yet it forever raised the bar

Was he really with me?

Did that night actually occur?

Details are etched in my brain

And yet simultaneously becoming a blur.

Life will never be the same

No one can compare

I know I need to forget

Your life is one I cannot share

Time to move on

Open my heart, get over the blue

Have to forget what I cannot have

Fight that fire with someone new.

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“How do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?” — You’ll stop replying soon anyway. - j.e.o. (via jodyohsnap)

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“Please fight for me. Don’t let me go, don’t let me leave you alone. This can’t be the end. You can’t let me give up.”

what i should’ve said instead of goodbye (via yourenosaint)

littlescarletbird

(via littleredfox76)

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“I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.”

Lang Leav, Lullabies

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“Time You were the one I wanted most to stay. But time could not be kept at bay. The more it goes, the more it’s gone— the more it takes away.”

Lang Leav, Lullabies

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“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

Ernest Hemingway