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landslide // fleetwood mac

i took my love and took it down i climbed a mountain and i turned around and i saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills till the landslide brought me down

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I would tell them he is the 12th time I tried to quit smoking. I would tell them he is the spark that burns the forest down. I would tell them he is the forest. I would tell them he is pulled teeth. I would tell them he is a barking dog. I would tell them he is never lonely, which is terrifying. I would tell them he is late night talk of broken windows. I would tell them silver is still silver, even when it is blackened. I would tell them I have done my research, and love is not a state of being. It is a house that takes up the whole world. I would tell them I am everywhere except apart from him. I would tell them I am a dog in the yard. I would tell them he is the choke chain.

Clementine Von Radics

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Every morning, we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part.

Nicole Williams

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The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Charles Bukowski

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How To Tell If Somebody Loves You: Somebody loves you if they pick an eyelash off of your face or wet a napkin and apply it to your dirty skin. You didn’t ask for these things, but this person went ahead and did it anyway. They don’t want to see you looking like a fool with eyelashes and crumbs on your face. They notice these things. They really look at you and are the first to notice if something is amiss with your beautiful visage! Somebody loves you if they assume the role of caretaker when you’re sick. Unsure if someone really gives a shit about you? Fake a case of food poisoning and text them being like, “oh my god, so sick. need water.” Depending on their response, you’ll know whether or not they REALLY love you. “That’s terrible. Feel better!” earns you a stay in friendship jail; “Do you need anything? I can come over and bring you get well remedies!” gets you a cozy friendship suite. It’s easy to care about someone when they don’t need you. It’s easy to love them when they’re healthy and don’t ask you for anything beyond change for the parking meter. Being sick is different. Being sick means asking someone to hold your hair back when you vomit. Either love me with vomit in my hair or don’t love me at all. Somebody loves you if they call you out on your bullshit. They’re not passive, they don’t just let you get away with murder. They know you well enough and care about you enough to ask you to chill out, to bust your balls, to tell you to stop. They aren’t passive observers in your life, they are in the trenches. They have an opinion about your decisions and the things you say and do. They want to be a part of it; they want to be a part of you. Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel comfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “hey babe! i like you okay. do you wanna grab lunch? i think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love. Somebody loves you if they want you to be happy, even if that involves something that doesn’t benefit them. They realize the things you need to do in order to be content and come to terms with the fact that it might not include them. Never underestimate the gift of understanding. When there are so many people who are selfish and equate relationships as something that only must make them happy, having someone around who can take their needs out of any given situation if they need to. Somebody loves you if they can order you food without having to be told what you want. Somebody loves you if they rub your back at any given moment. Somebody loves you if they give you oral sex without expecting anything back. Somebody loves you if they don’t care about your job or how much money you make. It’s a relationship where no one is selling something to the other. No one is the prostitute. Somebody loves you if they’ll watch a movie starring Kate Hudson because you really really want to see it. Somebody loves you if they’re able to create their own separate world with you, away from the internet and your job and family and friends. Just you and them. Somebody will always love you. If you don’t think this is true, then you’re not paying close enough attention.

Ryan O’Connell 

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As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself. Is that too much to ask?

Haruki Murakami

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I’m an observer. I read about life. I research life. I find a corner in a room and melt into it. I can become invisible. It’s an art, and I am a wonderful practitioner.

Christine Feehan

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“Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me, that you wrecked me, destroyed me. I am the only one who has the power to do that. I loved you, and I ruined myself, I wrecked myself, I destroyed myself. And I will keep doing so for as long as I am breathing.”

Amanda Helm

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I believe that what we get out of life is what we've set ourselves up to get, so there's no such thing as an inconsequential decision. Our destinies are the culmination of all the choices we've made along the way, which is why it's imperative to listen hard to your inner voice when it speaks up. Don't let anyone else's noise drown it out.

Megan McCafferty

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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

Frida Kahlo

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Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.

Anthony Marra

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I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

Margaret Atwood

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Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

William Faulkner

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All I wanted was to be a splinter under your skin, to be wrapped in your body and wait for you to heal over me.

CJ Evans

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“She poured hot water into the coffee press and I ran my hands down a crack in the wall as I thought about the straight lines of the city. “What do you think?” I asked as thick smoke floated out of my mouth, creating nimbus clouds in the atmosphere between our lips. “There is nothing profound or subversive in spending your summer days pondering the state of your own alienation.” she said through her thick accent. She sparked the lighter she held in her palms and held it close to my face; a lighthouse in the fog. “You’re a blue-eyed whiteboy reading about things you don’t understand.” My bookshelves are filled with love and violence. Steam rose from her coffee cup like mist off a lake. Her lips pressed the rim of the mug the way strangers’ lips meet and then abolish each other as such. Her fingers worked alchemy by turning the pile of tobacco atop the crisp paper into a cigarette. Her thighs made the most beautiful lines against each other. She stared with piercing gaze. I did not want to leave this place today. The subways move in straight lines in the same static movements. Today I wanted to wander recklessly and avoid the trains. It feels profound mapping all the lines, curves, and sensations of her body rather than going outside and navigating the streets and avenues carved in stone. Call me a cartographer.”

Brandon Speck

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All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

Iain Thomas

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I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

Franz Kafka