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discolightss:

My heart aches over everything we had been through. Reading old journal entries from a year ago really brings tears to my eyes. I am in such a different place now than I was a year ago. The past is such a blur. I try my best to only remember the good times, but god damnit, did we struggle that…

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Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land.

— Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems (via observando)

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sh1re:

happy easter

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Lots of things can be fixed. Things can be fixed. But many times, relationships between people cannot be fixed, because they should not be fixed. You’re aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just can’t be with each other anymore. Because you shouldn’t be.

— C. JoyBell C. (via observando)

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Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via observando)

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Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.

— Steve Maraboli (via observando)

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fuckyouverymuch:

We enjoy the view.

fuckyouverymuch:

We enjoy the view.

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I missed the idea of him more than he himself.

— Beth Harbison (via observando)

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And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.

— Meister Eckhart (via observando)

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You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.

— Anne Lamott (via observando)

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dannybrito:

this was me after tacobell last night.

dannybrito:

this was me after tacobell last night.

(Source: precumming)

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How would your life be different if you learned to let go of things that have already let go of you? From relationships long gone, to old grudges, to regrets, to all the ‘could’ve’ and ‘should’ve,’ to the dead friendships you still hang on to… Free yourself from the burden of a past you cannot change.

— Steve Maraboli (via observando)

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I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don’t want to look around any more: I don’t need to look around for anything.

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via observando)

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