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" I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight and that's all they do. They don't pull away, they don't look away, they don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it. "

crunchypeanutballs:

pickmeadaisy:

- Keri Russell

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you know it's something when you can finish each other's sentences

kari-shma:

in between by ~seddensky

if it makes you less sad, i will die by your hands

i don’t know what’s going on. it is no longer about living. (was it ever about it?) the only thing i can do now is to survive.

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I keep waiting to meet a man who has more balls than I do.

— Salma Hayek (via kari-shma)

danielcharles:

Feeling called love

9482.) Almost everyday, I'm embraced with your dimples & cute smile. Recently, I've just begun to cherish it, I may be falling for you.

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Love

Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures-when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love-why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.
-Brian Moore

(Upon re-reading the quote I realised I misread it the first time. What I took the “sudden silence/sudden cry” to mean was. This is the end. I can’t do it anymore. In two words, or less maybe.. I can say. enough/end/no i don’t want to do this anymore. Ok with that in mind, you can place what i said in its proper context)

How bloody true is this? that in one moment, everything could be over. the frightening fact that you can never ever know someone’s thoughts. for all you know this could be one big facade and one day you are left with an empty bed, shell-shocked in yesterday’s sheets. i suppose this is where trust comes in, but to me, its like…

the safety of your heart vs. your happiness

every so often on tumblr you see pictures with statements like “LIVE YOUR LIFE DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU’RE SCARED JUST JUMP. THAT’S THE ONLY WAY YOUR HEART IS GOING TO GROW. AND MAYBE YOU’LL FIND LOVE” and it gets a million reblogs and i look at it and think. wow. really?

i’m not brave enough to deal with the chasm below the cliff. its far too much, don’t you think? to jump without knowing how far you’ve left to go, or whether you’ll fall straight into the river of happiness.

or, fuck. maybe there isn’t even an ending.

i guess what i’m saying is that right now i don’t know anyone who i love or trust enough to make that destructive leap. and yes i call it destructive because what the journey the heart goes through is enough to destroy your whole system. weeping in bed, writing endless amounts of words, wringing your wrists, trying to read closure out of late-night texts, saying i love you i love you is this enough please let this be enough

and hearing the careless answer no

but when i find someone. someone that makes me want to live. my god am i going to close my eyes, hold my breath, click my heels three times for luck and

jump

(from catastrophe23)

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over the years

I have realised that I know just about close to nothing.

artpixie:

lesson:

I am totally getting so much inspiration right now.