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once you develop that “it is what it is” mentality, a lot of things stop bothering you
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naturaekos
““Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.””
— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via amargedom)
Source: amargedom
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so far being in my 20s is like *hyperfixates* *oversleeps* *mourns my lost youth* *hyperfixates* *oversleeps* *oversleeps* *drinks too much on a thursday* *oversleeps*
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Who says mermaids all want to kiss sailors and princes? Eff that, I want to kiss a mermaid!
For anyone wondering, I had to redo this because I lost the original when my computer died, I like this one better anyway and it means you can get better quality prints and goodies at my new shop!
omystephaniemichelle
OMG same! 💕💕
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Two years ago I never could imagine falling in love and here I am, head over heels for someone who is just as head over heels for me as I am with them.
And we are, almost celebrating our 2 year anniversary
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why does no one talk about how friends can break your heart
This hurts me so much.
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Our job is to love people. When it hurts. When it’s awkward. When it’s uncool and embarrassing. Our job is to stand together, to carry the burdens of one another and to meet each other in our questions.
Source: thelovejournals
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not to hype myself up but big noses are really beautiful & they honestly make for the most striking & eye-catching faces the idea that big noses are ugly would quite frankly be outright laughable if it didn’t do so much damage
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See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me And no one knows, how far it goes If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I’ll know, if I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go
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The surest way for fascism to win is for the people to be so scared, they censor themselves.
Two years ago I never could imagine falling in love and here I am, head over heels for someone who is just as head over heels for me as I am with them.
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First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.
Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.
Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories (via thelovejournals)
Source: thelovejournals
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Source: cosmosondrugs
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In life, you will realize there is a role for everyone you meet. Some will test you. Some will use you. Some will love you and some will teach you. But the ones who are truly important are the ones who bring out the best in you. They are the rare and amazing people who remind you why it’s worth it.
Unknown Author (via naturaekos)
Source: goo.gl