“I wish you the best in making a mess out of all that you’ve had to unlearn. In finding your power or planting a flower for every last bridge that you’ve burned.” ~Dallas Clayton

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@ethereal-trash-queen
“I wish you the best in making a mess out of all that you’ve had to unlearn. In finding your power or planting a flower for every last bridge that you’ve burned.” ~Dallas Clayton
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… That you really are strong And you really do have worth… And you learn and learn… With every good-bye you learn.
Jorge Luis Borges, “You Learn” (via wordsnquotes)
Me when my boss gives me actual work to do
everyone likes comparing love to planets and space and the sky and the stars so here’s one for us she said we were like parallel lines, the dictionary defines that as 2 lines that are always the same distance apart and never touch. she says we are parallel lines for we are so similar we are on the same wavelength always on the same page I know exactly what she means I always know exactly what she means the second the words leave her lips I know what every change of tone means every look and every touch I know she says we’re the sun and the moon I like to think that she’s the sun and I’m the moon- she says we’re on the same wavelength always on the same page but we’ve got dreams they take place on different edges of the world she says parallel lines leave a bitter taste in her mouth and shit now it does in mine too because we were so perfect together and I hate using flowery language but that’s the only word I have , we are perfect, but as the dictionary has reminded me, we are never going to meet, and as my love has says, we’re the sun and the moon we’ll always be chasing each other but- i think we’re like the sun and the moon, but not for the same reasons she does I mean we aren’t meant to be, some would say, the timing wasn’t right, we couldn’t be one, we couldn’t be an us, but baby, don’t you see? you are my sun and I’m your moon and right now, for the little time we have, I am holding your hand and you are holding me and we are one we are an us and we are together, and look at how the world is coming to a standstill because baby, we are stupidity, four-year-old behavior, and unadulterated love, we are giggles and cuddles and comebacks, we are the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced, we are warmth, happiness, and butterflies, we are us, even if it’s for a few seconds.
Eclipse; Masumi Atul Parmar (via wnq-writers)
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Excuse me, why the fuck isn’t this an MMORPG I’d play the shit outta this.
sometimes i catch myself being salty and im like damn????? take a nap?????
Ohhh my god. OHHH MY GOD.
WHAT A CUTIE
I WAS EXPECTING A DOG
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.
Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via fyp-psychology)
I will accept any amount of monsters my mind wants to give me, but I will not become a monster myself.
Marissa Meyer, Stars Above (via fyp-psychology)
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But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and then suddenly they aren’t the same one.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thelovejournals)