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““When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.” All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.””
— Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via jillymomcraftypants)
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“It was terrible. All of the things we couldn’t share. The room was filled with conversations we weren’t having.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
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“The thought of him with her - of them together - embedded in each other’s arms like two jigsaw pieces - tore through me. I couldn’t stand it. I wondered how he spoke to her; whether he was gentle like he was with me; whether he listened to her stories and committed them to memory; whether he danced with her in the middle of the street; whether he knew about her dreams. I wondered if he thought of her while grocery shopping; wrote her love letters; whether she inspired him; whether she brought out the best in him and challenged him. I wondered whether she was brave; kind; compassionate. I wondered whether she made him happy. But… then again it was none of my business - none of my business who he kissed, or held - or laughed with - or spun round in the streets - or woke up next too - or had feelings for - or made memories with - or loved. It was none of my business who he loved. And it killed me. It really did.”
— Sue Zhao
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Listen,
if you’re going to leave, that’s fine.
and I know you promised you wouldn’t
seven months ago while I was crying
into your neck but I also know that
sometimes it rains even when it’s not
supposed to and sometimes boys
kiss girls they shouldn’t and we tear
flowers out of the ground just to watch
them die and things change,
so I understand if you’re done,
but please, when you’re packing all your
old sweaters and books, don’t forget
to take all your three AM phone calls,
and photographs where we’re smiling
so wide it looks like we’ve never known
that feeling in the pit of your stomach
when someone screams “I don’t love you
anymore.”
Take back every kiss, every night you
fell asleep next to me, every poem I
wrote you, every song you sang to
me, every “I love you more fight,”
every shock I felt in my skin when
you brushed against me.
I was never scared of ghosts until you
left but now I see you everywhere and
god if you’re going to kill me please
just do it quickly because I see you
in everything and it’s making it hard
to breathe
I won’t say I miss you but I think my mother knows anyway (via extrasad)
annajoganiyan
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via goodreadss)
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You came and left. And what I felt never mattered.
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But we love each other,“ she said quietly. "God knows we do. And that’s what’s so fucked up about it all. Love is all we have anymore. And it’s not enough.”
Sue Zhao
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I. I miss you, and it’s not like I miss your face, arms, or lips. I could do without, but simply your presence always reminded me of home, and I swear I lost that when you left. You don’t know, I’ve never felt so homeless and alone. No amount of money or possessions even compare to you. I wish you knew but
*delete*
II. You know people always text their lovers in the morning, so I bet its weird that I’m texting you in the middle of the day, drunk at three in the afternoon. Don’t judge me, but I swear this whiskey tastes like you and this empty bottle is like our love. I have practically consumed what was left of it, and there is nothing left to do but throw it at you. But we both know all the shattered pieces will hurt only me anyway. Just please, open your arms, open your heart. Please don’t leave now because
*delete*
III. I hate you, hate everything about you. I can’t stand you anymore. but I love you, and I can’t breathe, please, please, answer me, I can’t
*delete*
IV. It’s been two weeks and these 336 hours and 14 minutes have been hell. You used to shimmer like a piece of heaven, but you’ve gone and I’m fallen. And I’ve been trying to be poetic, but poetry won’t bring you back to me. Spilling my heart out isn’t helping, so what do I do now, what do I do without
*delete*
V. Hey, how have you been?
*send*
Texts I Never Sent// thequiethearttalks (via wnq-writers)
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Things that were hard to accept
1. Your expectations are just that. Your expectations. People are not obligated to live up to them or abide by them. Even if they are in certain cases obligated to do so, there is no guarantee that they will. So don’t base your plans on that. And don’t base your life on that.
2. You can walk away. But so can they.
You can be hurt and you can be mad. But they will still walk away. They have that option. They can exercise that choice. People can get toxic for you. Believe it or not, so can you.
3. People have bullied you. And teased you. And judged you. But the person judging you constantly and the most harshly is you yourself.
4. They don’t respect you because you don’t respect yourself.
5. Not letting go is only keeping you sad and frustrated and stuck. They are unaffected. They are living their life wonderfully. They are free.
6. Taking care of yourself takes effort. It’s not just good feel quotes and pretty aesthetics. It’s work. A lot of work. It’s doing things that take time and sometimes it’s doing things you don’t want to do.
7. It’s gone. The past. You can regret as much as you like. But you’re only wasting more time.
8. Sometimes you are going to use the word love even though you don’t 100% want to. It’s because like is too little and there is no word in between. It’s because we use the same word for fries and for people. It’s because love means so many different things to every individual. It’s because you do love them. In one of those several meanings.
9. Sometimes you have to suck it up. It’s okay. Not every situation is meant for you to show your ‘true courage’ or real feelings.
creatingnikki (via wnq-writers)
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hellish-daddy
You’re going to lose people in your life. And realise that no matter how much time you spent with them, or how much you appreciated them, it will never seem like it was enough.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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It’s one of my theories that when people give you advice, they’re really just talking to themselves in the past.
Mark Epstein (via wordsnquotes)
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I knew it wasn’t enough but I loved him anyway.
Ten Word Story (via blossomfully)