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Time is nothing.
Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveller's Wife //Illustration by Lesley Imgart
That moment when you hang up after talking for hours and immediately miss your person tenfold
“The Breakfast Club”
Our true selves lie not within our rage. It lies within our calm, in peaceful times. When everything is quiet and somber, we see how each closing of eyes happen. We disconnect from the world and it's only us within us.
I never really thought of it too deeply, but as conversations arise about our "true" selves can only be seen once we snap from anger, I realize that it is not true. When we are at a high of our emotions, it's because of several pressure pressed onto us by the event, the person and every factor around the situation we're in. It's manipulated by an emotional push. So is it really our true selves? I think that in peace, we are not manipulated by anything. In fact we are away from all at once.
I believe that our souls are jumping up and down in happiness when we are at peace. It is at its highest point when there is no noise or visuals that entice us to react a certain way. So this is what I think. This is the moment we are in our truest form.
“Open your heart. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.”
— Kate DiCamillo, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
“I need to stop thinking about you, because I know you’re not thinking about me.”
— (via emptystic)
“Love lies in those unsent drafts. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you’d clicked ‘Send’.”
— (via emptystic)
Are you flirting with me or am I overanalyzing all of our interactions: a novel written by me
“You are the home and I am the wilderness.”
— Rosebud Ben-Oni, from “If Cain the Younger Sister,” Latinas: Struggles & Protests in 21st Century USA
“I hope when your heart beats it’s last, mine does as well. I hope when you breathe your last, I do as well. I hope that when you leave this world, I do as well. I don’t want to stay in a world that doesn’t have you in it. Your soul is part of mine. I don’t think it could handle breaking apart.”
n.c. // when you leave, take me with you.
“Over the years, I’ve been groomed to care for you. I was taught that my lessons could keep you from making the same mistakes. I thought I had the power to lessen your pain by teaching you of mine. I thought my laughter could inspire you to take life less seriously, because I spent too many years feeling tense over frustrations I couldn’t control. I thought my love for you could teach you about the unconditional bond of siblings but you don’t give a shit. I have been groomed and trained to love you unconditionally and I have nothing to show for it but tears.”
— to my little sister // grazia curcuru
“Abbiamo condiviso tutto: genitori, casa, animali, festeggiamenti, catastrofi, segreti. I fili della nostra esistenza sono ormai talmente intrecciati che resteremo unite per sempre. Non potrò mai sentirmi completamente sola, sapendo che sei sul mio stesso pianeta..💫”
— Pam Brown
i really think we are the definition of right person, wrong time.
“Era civetta, tuttavia, di una civetteria aggressiva e prudente, che non andava mai troppo lontano. Le piacevano i complimenti e si compiaceva di suscitare dei desideri, purché potesse sembrare di ignorarli; e quando in un salotto si era sentita per tutta la serata incensata dagli omaggi, dormiva bene, come una donna che ha compiuto la sua missione sulla terra.”
— Guy De Maupassant, Forte come la morte, 1889, parte I, I
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