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YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@my-noir
love is not just a soft place but also the place where you have to look at yourself and ask, “can I be better? can I be kinder? can I give more? can I listen more? can I grow? can I support?”
Being loved is pleasant. Being understood is profound.
Well, let it pass. April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)
Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
Theodore (Her, 2013)
when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that
Attributed to Hagesandros, Athenedoros and Polydoros, Laocoon and his Sons, Early First Century B.C.E., Vatican Museums, Photo by Catherine Hadler
Sleeping at the Beach, Eyes Wide Open
Emil Alzamora
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#the galaxy dont care that u messed up the thing that one time
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
when fleabag said love isn’t something weak people do and i want someone to tell me how to live my life because so far i think ive been getting it wrong and women are born with pain built in and people are all we’ve got and the only person i’d run through an airport for is you and i love you it’ll pass and i think you know how to love better than any of us that’s why you find it all so painful
It is sometimes hard to remember this – to remember our goodness. It is also sometimes hard to acknowledge our ugliness. We bury both. This does us much harm…It is alright to not know. It is alright to not like the answers to the questions we ask of ourselves. It is alright to be a participant on this journey and not just a passenger. …There are so many things inside us that demand light – both good and bad. To bring forth the goodness in us, into the air, into the light, causes it to grow and to blossom. The ugly things we keep trapped in darkness; pulling them forth into the light defines them and helps dissolve them into nothing. By learning and speaking something’s name, it lessens its power over us.
Anis Mojgani (via thereplacementnotebook)
What if the magnificence of who we are was no longer held captive by the fear of decision? Between two choices, whichever choice you make will be the right one made. The path you are on, you cannot fall off no matter how hard you try. So call this the year of no mistakes. The year of the heavy sword, but stronger hands. The year where we are no longer stuck in the street but found somewhere between the asphalt and the moon. Inside a sheath of arrows turning itself into wind. The year where we turn our hearts towards light, with the realization and acceptance, of not only how utterly magnificent every one of us is…but that this magnificence is something we cannot help but carry with us. There is joy inside of you waiting to be heard, listen for it and to the spaces it speaks from. Follow those spaces, do not tremble before the boulder blocking the entrance into yourself, do not tremble before the boulder blocking the entrance out of yourself. You cannot fall, you are noble. The universe is a part of you and you a part of it. And every piece of it is made of science and magic. Every part of you is science and magic.
Anis Mojgani