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[noorabinta]

[theliteraryjournals]

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me happens to me as I am discovering this. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else – your co-star, perhaps, or Y., or even O., or anyone Z. through A., even R. although sadly I believe it will be quite some time before two women can be allowed to marry – and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That… is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via theliteraryjournals)

[fashionshitiscray]

[c0ntemplations]

Your 20s will be awkward. You’ll be too old for this and too young for that. You’re going to make mistakes. Lots of them. Embrace every moment.

(via i-love-boobs)

[perrfectly]

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest changed in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Brandon Stanton (via perrfectly)

[abdulazizkay]

I still remember the feeling I felt when I first started talking to you.

(via azizalkhudairi)

[deeplifequotes]

Make yourself a priority. At the end of the day, you’re your longest commitment.

Unknown (via aworldofexperiences)

[rkolun]

[astronomicol-deactivated2021022]

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[hplyrikz]

Learn to be alone and to like it. There’s nothing more freeing and empowering than learning to like your own company.

Mandy Hale (via hplyrikz)

[deeplifequotes]

You realize that sometimes friends don’t need to be perfect, some are always there and that’s just more than enough.

Unknown (via deeplifequotes)

[goldenshowersss]

[wordsnquotes]

Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?

Louise Flory (via exoticwild)

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