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We never talk about love again. I never ask him who he’s seeing or what she looks like. He never asks me either, how he treats me or how he holds my hand. Not because we couldn’t care less about it but because we cannot bear the fact that we have both moved on from each other.
lewonderstruck (via wnq-writers)
In the whole entire world, you are the only person, the only person I love or have ever loved. And I love you terribly. Terribly. That’s what’s so awfully, irreducibly real. I can make up anything but I can’t dream that away.
Tony Kushner, Angels in America, Part One: Millennium Approaches
ever see something on social media that made you wanna quit social media? had to delete the instagram app off my phone to stop myself from staring at that picture. #sos
An Oregon Couple Rushed Through Their Wedding Because Of A Wildfire
and then managed to take the most beautiful photos
So I stopped talking about it. There’s no need to talk, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.
Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (via thequotejournals)
stop talking about it, it’ll go away or it’ll be obvious enough without words. Either way....stop talking about it.
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned with lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
My name means “crowned with laurel” and i think i’ve never read anything quite as lovely using something that, in essence, defines me (technically).
the entire poem is brilliant, doesn’t linger on the sadness of losing someone but doesn't disregard it either. Words are so incredibly powerful, i wont ever stop saying that.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
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