"There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it."
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"Don’t wonder why people go crazy, wonder why they don’t."
"Was it hard?” I ask.
Letting go?” Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real."
don’t think I’ve abandoned you!!!
I just haven’t been posting much bc,
last Saturday I made a really big life change and moved states!
and then as soon as I got to my new home, my laptop broke!
but I’ll be back to your regularly scheduled posts once things settle down and my laptop is fixed!!
I hope you all are beautiful and wonderful.
"It wasn’t logic, it was love."
Sex and the City
you tagged one of your poems "but what if you don't come back" and it broke my heart. ily.
"You can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will."
"We are mosaics — pieces of light, love, history, stars — glued together with magic and music and words."
"Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like."
"Sometimes, it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child’s smile, a cup of excellent coffee."
"It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine."
That Summer (Sarah Dessen)
"What we have here is a dreamer. Somebody completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly."
The Virgin Suicides (Jeffrey Eugenides)
The moon, bending through the window blinds, I told time by the light casting shadows across your face while you told me this story,
"My grandparents were married for 63 years. On the day my grandfather died he laid in bed and said nothing but ‘love, love, love love’ then he puckered his lips and kissed my grandmother for the last time."
Love, love, love, love is like sunshine: sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.
Wasabi (Andrea Gibson)
"Whenever I spoke to him, it started with a hug."
Henry Winkler on Robin Williams