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“Your identity should be so secure that when someone walks away from you they don’t take you with them.”

— Unknown

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“Nobody wants to do it- not real change, not soul change, not the painful molecular change required to truly become who you need to be. Nobody ever does real transformation for fun. Nobody ever does it on a dare. You do it only when your back is so far against the wall that you have no choice anymore.”

— Elizabeth Gilbert

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“she’s the summer you never forget. i’m the winter that took the life from your chest.”

— r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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A man holding his baby up to paintings and talking to him at an art gallery

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Time doesn’t heal you. You heal you.

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have you ever loved a lyric so much that when you hear it feels like your heart is trying to burst out of your body

aneparkeia

NO FACE NO CASE

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dollykills

I hope parallel universe me is doing ok right now

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sunsetquotes

“I will love you if I never see you again and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.”

— Lemony Snicket

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“Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I am alive.”

— Unknown

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“The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence.”

— Roy T. Bennett

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inkskinned

i am reminded by a professor - once a person leaves, you will never love like that again.

how wonderful. i will love in a new way each time, then, for new reasons. i will find out that my heart never had a limit on joy. i will know new things.

he says - we can never find our way back to loving the same way twice.

i am not the same person from before, though, am i? why would i want to take a tour of my life through the same eyes? why would i want to hold the same figure-eight? why would i come back to what has already been shoved through my throat? why wouldn't i want to walk in a new garden, with new stones?

it is also never the same sunset twice. the same thunderstorm. the same birdsong. life, in little chaos, holds no ghosts. i will love again, and thank god, it will be different. i move on, and the world says - you will meet someone else, who knows a different way to listen. and when i put my ears against the music again, it will feel like i am understanding a new set of secrets.

how wonderful. my love does not run out. it is remade and recolored and unstained in doubt. gold hair, coffee, the shape of her mouth.