These things take forever, I especially am slow

Social Worker.
Trying, always trying.

September 16, 2014 at 10:59am
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This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

— Junot Díaz, This is How You Lose Her (via jahanzebjz)

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jesus himself opened his tomb to create this 

probably gonna have to listen to this a ton.

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September 15, 2014 at 11:09pm
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If you don’t end up smiling while you are kissing someone, you are probably kissing the wrong person.

— I wish I learned this before (via lil-plant-princess)

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September 12, 2014 at 8:25pm
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September 10, 2014 at 8:54pm
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I want to be with you,
it is as simple,
and as complicated as that.


Charles Bukowski (via ephe)


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September 9, 2014 at 8:50pm
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ambition is soooo hot like yeah tell me all about that doctorate you want

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September 6, 2014 at 10:47pm
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constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”

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September 5, 2014 at 8:36pm
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What I am trying to say


What I am trying to say

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song of the day: no one’s here to sleep - naughty boy (feat. bastille)

'every carpet every floor,
everywhere I look I fall,
climbing up the walls
I’m climbing up the walls.

what goes on behind these doors
I’ll keep mine and you keep yours,
we all have our secrets,
we all have our secrets.

behind every door is a fall, a fall,
and no one’s here to sleep.

you were always faster than me,
I’ll never catch up with you, with you,
oh, I can feel them coming for me.’

um, wow. what? i love it.

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September 4, 2014 at 11:31pm
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That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

— Wallace Stegner (via raquellereyes)

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Cumulus Consonance Study 1 by Scott Naismith

Cumulus Consonance Study 1 by Scott Naismith

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August 27, 2014 at 10:05pm
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I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

— Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via larmoyante)

August 25, 2014 at 8:48pm
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Will I be something?
Am I something?

And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.

— excerpt from “Here I Am” by Anis Mojgani (via contramonte)

August 23, 2014 at 11:39am
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