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No Promises.

Scar tissue that I wish you saw.

Posts tagged love:

"This is not a world where you can simply express love for other people, where you can praise them. Perhaps it should be. But it’s not. I’ve found that people will fear your enthusiasm and warmth, and wait to hear the price. Which is fair. We’ve all been drawn into someone’s love only to find out that we couldn’t afford it. A little distance buys everyone time."

samhumphries:

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(Source: nicolas-chocolat, via inspectorblog)

It’s always a wonder when you come across a passage that describes exactly how you’ve been feeling. One of those beautiful, terrible things about life. 

It’s always a wonder when you come across a passage that describes exactly how you’ve been feeling. One of those beautiful, terrible things about life. 

I feel like people are only really dead once you stop learning about them. This is why it is important to me to keep learning about my mother, and what she wanted, and what her life meant, what she meant by the life she led. Then she will be alive, somehow, and her wish for me will have come true. My vow is to learn more about her. To see her as she saw herself.

—Liz Moore, Heft

We’d been apart so long—I’d been dead so long,” she said in English. “I thought surely you’d built a new life, with no room in it for me. I’d hoped that.”
“My life is nothing but room for you.” I said. “It could never be filled by anyone but you.

—Kurt Vonnegut, “Mother Night”  (via duckmigrations)

Man, sometimes I forget how much I love Mother Night.

(via awomaninscience)

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.

—She was always holding my hand (via everythingyoulovetoohate)

(via cuntented)

Goodnight Call, audio installation by Sophie Barbasch

I collected voicemails from strangers on craigslist using this ad. When you pick up the phone, their messages begin to play.

(Source: thesweetestspit, via jeanpsartre)

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your favorite thing about her?""She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly."

Love this.

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your favorite thing about her?"
"She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly."

Love this.

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

—Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via penamerican)

(via vikingpenguinbooks)

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