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these 20’s really aint roaring man
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“You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”
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“It’s so rare that you meet someone who makes you feel so warm and happy like they are like sunshine and you just want them around all time.”
— Unknown
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“Time only blunts the pain of loss. It doesn’t erase it.”
— Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
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being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]
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Someone being patient with you is one of the softest forms of love
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I thought you were so mature when I met you because we were 18 and you liked pistachio ice cream and you smoked cigarettes. And I thought, “what are the chances you’d like someone like me?” And you never did. And a few months ago, ten years later, I met someone who spends his summers in the Hamptons and buys real estate as a hobby and I thought, “he’s so accomplished, why would he ever like me?” And it turns out he never actually did either, at least not enough to make it real. Then I got drunk one night and I texted him and I asked him why I wasn’t good enough and he said that I was. He liked me all along, I just refused to see it. I was the one who decided I wasn’t enough. Sometimes we actually can’t see things that are so obviously right in front of us because we feel we don’t deserve them. And all I could think about was how different my life would have been if I realized that at the ice cream parlor ten years ago.
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Sometimes people exist just for you to have a good time with and then move on from. And once you can accept that, it makes everything a lot easier, because a lot of happiness stems from managing expectations. The reason we get hurt so much is because we have a good time with someone and then we obsess- waiting for them to text us, wanting to see them again, stalking them, picturing our life with them- and then when we find out they don’t want exactly what we do, we’re crushed. But really, they don’t owe us a future or anything at all, they don’t even owe us a text the next day. And I’ve come to accept that sometimes a good time can just be a good time, without the promise of a future, and that’s fine.
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“Life is short, so it should be filled with flowers.”
— Ma Mère (via jamstains)
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“If you’re a woman, there’s a good chance you’ve felt beauty sickness. If you’ve ever thought about staying home instead of attending an important event because you didn’t think you looked good enough, that was beauty sickness. If you’ve found yourself distracted during a meeting because you were comparing your body with that of another woman in the room, that’s beauty sickness. If you’ve ever decided not to go swimming with your children because you couldn’t imagine facing the world in a bathing suit, that’s beauty sickness. If you feel short of time and money, but still spend plenty of both trying to push yourself closer to our culture’s beauty ideal, you can blame beauty sickness. If you want to stop worrying about how you look, but keep getting pulled back to the mirror, then you know what beauty sickness feels like.”
— Beauty Sick: How the Cultural Obsession with Appearance Hurts Girls and Women, Renee Engeln
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“I don’t think existence wants you to be serious. I have not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen a serious sunrise. I have not seen a serious starry night. It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways. We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that the whole existence is a celebration.”
— Osho (via feelingisthesecret)
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“My whole life I’ve been telling myself, ‘don’t be afraid’. And it is only now that I’m realizing how stupid that is. Don’t be afraid. Like saying, ‘don’t move out of the way when someone tries to punch you’ or ‘don’t flinch at the heat of fire’ or ‘don’t blink’. Don’t be human. I’m afraid and you’re afraid and we’re all always going to be afraid, because that’s the point. What I should be telling myself is ‘be afraid, but do it anyway’. Live anyway.”
— Unknown (via quotemadness)
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when healing from a person.. you will have thoughts like “I loved them more than I loved anyone, I never knew I could love someone so much, I’ll never love someone that much again..”
It is important to realize that your ability to love that person didn’t come from them, it came from within you. You were always a lover, already someone who could love deeply. Just because they are gone doesn’t mean that goes away. They didn’t give you the capacity to love, they just gave you a place to express it. Don’t give someone else the credit for how hard you could love, that was you and it still is.
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