I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you. They’re going to play a major role in your life.
Ryan O’Connell (via perfect
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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays
I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via anditslove
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Clementine von Radics
VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.
, In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)
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If you really love a writer, bury her in all your awful and watch as she scrawls her way out.
Megan Falley, If You Really Love A Writer (via transc-end
thoughts on the sheer beauty of humanity
It’s strange to think that the person you’re going to marry is somewhere out there, eating lunch in a subway station or spilling coffee on their dress slacks only five minutes before they have to leave the house for work, or looking in the mirror and hating what they see. Who knows how many mouths they’ve kissed, how many people they’ve slept with, but eventually, like a Ferris wheel returning to its starting point, they will always point back to you.
You can either sit down and be depressed by the darkness of the night, or stand up and appreciate the beauty of the stars.
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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
Frida Kahlo (via allmymetaphors