I see you in every sunrise, every nightfall, every couple I see on the street, every place we’ve ever been to together where the air hangs heavy with the weight of your absence. I miss you.
wrapped in our summer skin;
of life, love and everything else in between.
I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, help them reveal the greatest version of themselves.
Steve Maraboli (via photographic-energy)
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Adorable.
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We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people never die, because they are never going to be born. The number of people who could be here in my place outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. If you think about all of the different ways in which our genes could be permuted, you and I are grotesquely lucky to be here, the number of events that had to happen in order for you to exist, in order for me to exist. We are privileged to be alive, and we should make the most of our time on this world.
Richard Dawkins (via topherisliketotallyawesome)
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Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.
Susan Cain, Quiet (via obliteratedheart)
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Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
Charlotte Brontë (via larmoyante)
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If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.
Lemony Snicket (via olive-oliver)
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Oh! Why so cute.
We hold on so tightly, because we’re terrified of loss. We hold on till our hands bleed. And in that self-shattering persistance, we fail to see the answer: Just let go.
Yasmin Mogahed (via lovedyoubeautifully)
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Solitude is a condition of peace that stands in direct opposition to loneliness. Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is a condition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union. loneliness is small, solitude is large. loneliness closes in around you; solitude expands toward the infinite. loneliness has its roots in words, in an internal conversation that nobody answers; solitude has it’s roots in the great silence of eternity.
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Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.
Deepak Chopra (via forever-and-alwayss)
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