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(Back from the dead! pt. 2!!!)
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s-un-rise
say “hi” first. if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that if you want to talk to someone, talk to them. go out on a limb. do not wait for the them to talk to you first because, odds are, they’re waiting for the same thing

helpful hint to not regret missed opportunities

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2ndsong
you want to know what it’s like to be in love? it’s wonderful. your heart swells and it feels like the most exquisite flower is opening up. it feels like you’re in an enhanced state of mind. your sanity is impaired that moment they are right in front of your eyes. your mind is overflowing with the idea of those little dimples that appear at the corner of their mouth or that tone of their voice when they speak. and you want it to stop. you want to stop the excitement, the pressure, the sensation. but you are willing to continue. even if there is a dead end right in front of the road

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I want to have someone who will go on spontaneous car rides with me and deal with my random break downs and hold me tight to let me know they’re always there and to show their love in the smallest ways that are really the best ways

I hope we meet each other soon

gosh
I’ve come to think that flourishing consists of putting yourself in situations in which you lose self-consciousness and become fused with other people, experiences, or tasks. It happens sometimes when you are lost in a hard challenge, or when an artist or a craftsman becomes one with the brush or the tool. It happens sometimes while you’re playing sports, or listening to music or lost in a story, or to some people when they feel enveloped by God’s love. And it happens most when we connect with other people. I’ve come to think that happiness isn’t really produced by conscious accomplishments. Happiness is a measure of how thickly the unconscious parts of our minds are intertwined with other people and with activities. Happiness is determined by how much information and affection flows through us covertly every day and year.

David Brooks (via feellng)

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purplebuddhaproject
As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
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wnq-writers
Tell me all your secrets, whisper them in my ear. Explain to me why you like your favorite color more than any other. Write me a list of all the unimportant things that made you smile today. I want to know you, deeply; I want to know your soul. I’ll listen and laugh and share in your childlike joy until we forget all the horrible pains of this world.

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thelovewhisperer
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.

"My father's recipe for the man I should marry"

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wnq-writers
I don’t want to write poetry any more or to read someone’s else. I just want to kiss my poetry on it’s cheek, and to touch it’s lips. I want to gently tuck the strands of its tangled hair behind the ears, and listen to it’s heart beat. I want to sleep on it’s lap, and see it smiling, and want to amaze to it’s way of talking. I want to carry it on my arms, and want to sleep next to you. I just don’t want to write it. I want to feel it.I want to live it.

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I was your strength, and you were my weakness. But I was already weak, and I was drowning in my own mind. But you drew me in like a moth to a flame. And I suppose the burns distracted me from the tidal waves I endured. But your flame for me burnt out, perhaps I extinguished it with the depression that has a hold of me. But by the time your flames died, my wings were already too singed to fly. So I’m now trapped by your ash, and it’s all I have left to cling to.

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