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Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.
Khalil Gibran
Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved
i zoned out a few years ago and never zoned back in
“When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.”
— Abraham Joshua Heschel
„When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No … don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? But it is!”
— Captain Corelli’s Mandolin by Louis de Bernières
When i finally let go, you’ll never get the same me again
Never.
You knew what you were doing and you knew it would hurt me, but somehow that didn’t stop you..
I accepted it already but it still makes me sad
—Steven Espada Dawson, from Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brothers Heart
“If I really care, I'll try like 400 times. But once I'm done, it's over.”
But once I‘m done, it’s over.
― Ada Limón, Sharks in the Rivers
[text ID: … dearest, can you / tell, I am trying / to love you less.]
“I wish you’d text me you needed me and miss me everyday.”
— Something that’s not going to happen // (R.R.)