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30 Apr 12

poorlywrittenhistory:

Someone told me, you only pick out your flaws. I wanted to tell him: you haven’t caught the worst of it yet. I’ve got sweet things hushed on my lips but eventually I’ll start to sully even the best intentions. A long time ago, I learned to brace others for what I couldn’t stop - the harshness in a glow sparked only in the darkness, fireflies who forgot to fall asleep, always at odds with things. I’m just trying to warn you: I will rip this apart, I will rip you apart.

It has always taken me far too long to break bad habits.

tags: messages 
Someone told me, you only pick out your flaws.
 4
23 Apr 12
tags: messages 

My parents silently taught me that there were greater things to worry about than not being loved in return. That the idea of expected endearment was not as urgent or carefully minded. They showed me the pains and strains of life and some of the true meanings of joy, courage, faith, independence and happiness. So that’s why I’m not drowning in stress about being loved in return. That’s why I don’t fear it so much or condemn and penalize others because of it. Not being assured definite affection won’t cripple anyone, it shouldn’t, it certainly won’t restrict me from living. As long as I know I truly, fully understand the certainty of my love and that its purpose is selfless and powerful, than I’m in a subliminal and substantial place. If I can love entirely is quite an undertaking, but when I do, there’s not a doubt in my mind. But to expect it, to expect love in return as if it’s a blundering requirement and that we are entitled to it, that’s foolish.

 1585
23 Apr 12

(Source: visualgraphic, via myprivateopera)

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 14
17 Apr 12

I’m sure, to some degree, I have felt for those to which this may address and felt personally the effect of… nothing.

tags: messages  mols 
I’m sure, to some degree, I have felt for those to which this may address and felt personally the effect of… nothing.

11 Mar 12

But there’s too much to express. I’m sorry. That’s what I’ve been trying to say to you, I’m sorry for everything. For having said goodbye… I’m sorry for my inability to let the unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things. I’ve tried in my own way to explain myself… I know that I haven’t explained a thing, I’ve been writing nothing, too.

 605
07 Mar 12

aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

(via dream-within-a-dream)

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aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
 4958
07 Mar 12
tags: messages  annoyed 

underfag:

just in: 15 year olds with internet connection become the 21st century Gandhis because they watched a 30 minute video

why are we quick to criticize their age.
why are we quick to condemn them of their limited knowledge.
why are we quick to reinstate that what they already know.
why are we quick to eliminate any positive light they try to shed on this situation.

just because it’s trending doesn’t mean an immediate anti- group should transpire. instead of being quick to discriminate, be quick to inform - that is if you know more beyond what they do.

(via roscoe-)

 25072
28 Feb 12
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Ya’aburnee

Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.

(Source: emeraldscales, via daphneemarie)