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"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.

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“I have always loved too much, or not enough.”

— Dorianne Laux

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“Everything has changed and yet, I am more than I’ve ever been.”

— Iain Thomas; I Wrote This For You

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“Do you ever just get waves of missing someone? Like you’ll be okay for awhile, then all of a sudden, your heart hurts.”

— Unknown

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“He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.”

— Jeanette Winterson 

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“I don’t trust words, I trust actions.”

— Unknown 

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“You can never completely know anyone, no matter how well you think you do. There will always be some truth about them you don’t ever get to know.”

— Susane Colasanti 

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“I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.”

— Lauren Oliver 

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Yep.

“I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.”

— Jack White

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“It is quite unbelievable that there will be people that I will love unconditionally that I have not met yet. Somewhere out there, in a supermarket or singing in the shower, there are souls that have not touched mine yet but will, eventually.”

— J.D.M. // The Skies We’re Under

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Meirl

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meirl

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I have been meaning to ask you

what will you tell the next girl about me?

Do you tell her our love was an ocean?

One you were standing on the shore of

while I dove to the very bottom of?

Do you tell her you fooled me to think we were both great divers

What I was the only one who knew how to even dive?

Do you tell her that our love was a race?

One you lost before you even entred?

One I have been training for ever since I could walk?

Do you tell her what you told me?

That you tried to catch up with me but became breathless before you could?

Do you tell her that this was a lie?

That I caught you after the race

and you didn’t have a single drop of sweat?

Do you tell her that I gave you everything?

That I gave you everything you have dreamt of?

That I gave you everything you never imagined to even dream of?

Do you tell her that you decided to walk away from all of it?

Do you tell her that nobody even she can love you as much as I did?

The same thing you told me when you were turning the knife in.

Do you tell her how every single part of my body reeks with the smell of you?

And how I hate it?

How I have been trying to wash you off?

How you refuse to come off?

Do you tell her how I covered my mirrors?

Because I was so damn tired of nitpicking my face

and wondering what was the feature that made you leave?

Or how I don’t recognize the girl in my reflection anymore?

Do you tell her how I am trying to escape this body?

To run away from myself?

Because when you give a man your whole

and he decides to leave so carelessly

that he doesn’t even close the door behind him,

it kills you as slow as a cold knife to your throat.

And I refuse to die such death.

-One Last Question

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Intimacy isn’t just experienced through sex. It’s crying together. It’s whispering late at night. It’s talking about growing up and what used to scare you. It’s going places that remind you of your childhood. It’s feeling each other without touching. It’s exchanging energy.

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“Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.”

— Stephen R. Covey