“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
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“When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
— Arundhati Roy (via naturaekos)
“Life is too short to constantly put ourselves through painful situations. If we walk away, it’ll hurt for a moment but we’ll be happier in the long run. If we stay, we’ll be happy and then hurt, and it’ll be a continuous cycle until we finally learn that we should’ve walked away in the first place. Maybe love isn’t enough for forever to work out. Maybe love doesn’t cover trust and build foundations. Maybe instead of choosing each other and choosing “us,” we have to choose ourselves.”
— Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)
“he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.”
— Richard Siken, excerpt of You Are Jeff (via petrichour)
“I slept with your boyfriend. I stole books from the library. I pretended to be having a nightmare. It was an errant breeze that slammed the door; she’d already left. I never tried to call you back. I woke up and found a pile of twenties on the hotel nightstand. I mostly drank for show. I’m prettier than your wife. I still dream of what I did to you. There was no family emergency. There was no migraine. I took the twenties. I made him up. I made it all up.”
— Hala Alyan, “New Year,” The Twenty-Ninth Year
I’m worth so much more than the ways I’ve been treated
“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”
— Uma Thurman (via goodreadss)
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“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”
— Chester Bennington (via perrfectly)
imagine like. getting married and then moving into your home together. going to bed bath and beyond. getting a nice toaster. ah, love. one day…..
and here you are, continuing on, despite how hard it’s been
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…”
— Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via books-n-quotes)
you had my whole soul. you did. you really did
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i love the part of growth that allows you to look back on a previous period of your life and recognize that parts of it were unhealthy. something that felt so normal wasn’t in hindsight. you’re not supposed to feel that tired all the time. you’re not supposed to be treated like that.
“You were thirteen, lying on her bed swearing you’d be best friends forever. Nowadays you barely talk. Nowadays you pass each other with your heads shoved down, like strangers who are scared to make a noise. The inside of her bedroom is no longer pastel pink; she no longer wears her hair long. You can’t remember the exact moment you stopped sharing secrets, all you know is you no longer know her favourite song. You can’t remember the exact moment things changed, or whether there was an exact moment at all. But these days you pass each other in the corridors and thirteen year old you wonders what went wrong.”
— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #279 // “We were so close, now we’re like strangers.” (via blossomfully)