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"Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It’s like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn."

- Danielle Steel, The Gift (via simply-quotes)

"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self."

- Ernest Hemingway (via thedapperproject)

(Source: man-and-camera)

groovyblueberry:

i like how the opposite of small talk would be big talk.

 small talk feels like i’m shrinking away

but big talk makes me feel like im growing and growing- im limitless- we’re limitless- i can’t tell anymore where i end and you begin.

i get the feeling that this is what makes life worth living and my days less illusory-

that each seed brings me closer to ultimate understanding,

that i am cultivating something real.

punkbeds:

BOYS TO AVOID:
-boys that are against feminism
-boys that call girls sluts and whores
-boys that think a vagina gets loose after having a lot of sex
-white boys that use the n word
-bronies

"When did we start kissing
with our mouths half open?
When did we start stepping over one other’s bodies
the morning after? Gathering our things and
slipping out the door like thieves? Like cowards?
When did the clouds grow silent?
When did every one of my pictures become
a before or after shot?
When did our pens start slipping?
When did letters start coming back unopened?
When did the ferris wheel stop with the
better lovers swinging their feet at the top,
the dirt at the bottoms of their shoes
falling into our hair?
When did the ferris wheel stop with us
still in reach of ground, still able to
pry the gate open and escape?
When did this become an apostrophe?
When did we become nothing
but a pause for breath?
When did our bodies grow pale, grow white,
and wave their own flags?
When did we start clawing at each other’s necks
and calling it love? Calling it close?
When did our stomachs cave in
and our legs give out?
When did someone else’s shoulder
start smelling of home?
When did someone else’s hands
start smelling of everything else?
When did every approaching footstep
stop sounding like yours?
When did the question mark of your hips
stop being the answer?
When did you stop being
the answer?"

- 21 Questions Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

Green Hills Finale

I’ll wake up at 6:25 every morning because I wanna be conscious and spend five minutes with you before you leave the sheets. I will not be mad when you go to work or when you kiss my lips goodbye because I know you must, to continue living. I will not be mad when you move to San Francisco or when you kiss my lips goodbye because I know you must, to continue living. 

I’ll forever wake up at 6:25 in the morning and for five minutes revel in how large the space you left in this incredibly small bed is. I’ll notice that the scent of you on the pillow where your head once laid is the only thing that remains of your essence and I’ll never throw the case away for the fact that I will finally have to admit that things have changed. I’ll stare at those green hills in the darkness and realize things were never perfect, great, amazing as I remember them to be, but I’ll still love every single moment, even if it was pretend. Everything was uncertain and beautiful and that was us.

There will always be a bit of you lingering in my soul.

Good night ghost. I lay you to rest.

With Love.