In the end you’ll see who’s fake, who’s true, and who will risk it all for you.
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In the end you’ll see who’s fake, who’s true, and who will risk it all for you.
It’s been six months,
yet I still lie awake every night thinking of you.
And each night I wonder
If at least once
you lie awake missing me too.
-A.d.c
Saying goodbye to someone you love that doesn’t love you back might be one of the hardest things you will ever have to do.
A.d.c
It’s crazy how we allow a single human to make us feel the worst pain you could ever possibly imagine.
-A.d.c
“I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”
— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
“More, please.”
That might be the clearest instructions I’ve ever seen from an animal
how much is this prairie pup paying you for your services think about it
Me
“Hello, how can we can help you?”
The cure for anything is salt water. Sweat, tears or the ocean.
Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales (via wordsnquotes)
“I almost married my high school sweetheart. She was a sharp girl. Very kind. Long brown hair, slim– the whole package. We moved to California together after graduation. We spent all our time together. We were in love. We even talked about marriage several times. Then one morning she decided she didn’t want to do it anymore. She told me things had changed. It destroyed me. Ever since then, she’s been the one that I’ve always wondered about. I actually saw her a couple years ago. She came to New York for her father’s funeral, and we took a walk in Central Park together. I hadn’t seen her in forty-five years. She looked amazing. Exactly the same as I remembered. She had two kids. She’d gotten married to some guy from Yale. Toward the end of our walk, she told me that if she could do it all over again, she probably would have never married the guy. I said: ‘That breaks my heart, because all these years I imagined you were happy.’ Of course, there might have been a small part of me that was thinking: ‘Haha! You married the wrong guy.’”
This is an important message.
You learn more from failures than from success.
So happy she said this and it’s still making the rounds.