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“And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.”

خليل جبران ‎ Khalil Gibran (via nekozneko)

“Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.””

Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me (via classybutdirty)

“It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.”

Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi  (via budddha)

“A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.”

Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via feellng)

“I wanna look like a 1975 song”

Everyone, ever. (via pastel-cliffxrd)

The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One’s
Car wouldn’t start.

One couldn’t
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,

This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment

 theoutsiders (via perfect)

“We all have a someone we fucking don’t want to let go.”

Hedonist Poet - hedonistpoet (via perfect)

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid. - poppyflowerpoetry (via perfect)

“I considered suicide, but I felt a strange fondness for my body, my life. Scarred as they were, they were mine.”

Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via tonnerrenoir)

“I fell in love with the world in you.”

Noah And The Whale, Hold My Hand As I’m Lowered (via maddierose)

“The Universe sends us exactly what we are ready for at the exact time we need it in our lives.”

Sending Light, Brooke (via nyu-tah)

“I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.”

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End (via wordsnquotes)

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda, Tonight I Can Write (via versteur)

"Perhaps I am holding you back," she said finally.

And then after a little while, in a small voice:

"Perhaps you are holding me back too.

"Because that’s what people do when they’re in love as hell but they’re not compatible," she said, "they hold each other back."

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #65 (via blossomfully)

“Don’t sugar coat it, don’t say “making love”. You make love in letters, and subtle glances across a room. You two are fucking. you are feeling each other for the sake of raw pleasure. You are fucking as in the verb, you both are sweating and panting because you can’t consume enough of each other. So fuck “making love” you are fucking, you are feeling. Eat her out and make her cum on your tongue, life isn’t about censored vulgarity.”

the difference between fucking and making love  (via hefuckin)