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Please, don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day… make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular.

Jack (1996), Dir. Francis Ford Coppola (via wnq-movies)

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It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?

Sara Shepard, The Visibles (via wordsnquotes)

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Tell someone you love them today. Give the quiet girl a compliment. Tell the boy who tries to get everyone's attention negatively a nice thing today. The smallest of things can prevent somebody from wanting to end their life, which can be the most precious thing if you just wait for it to all get better. Make a difference today.

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Our lives may not have fit together, but ohhh did our souls know how to dance…

K. Towne Jr. (via thelovejournals)

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There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.

Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (via wordsnquotes)

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Autumn will forever remind me that in this world we can have new beginnings. No matter how life is going or how I feel, I always feel like I'm restarting in this season, and in a good way. The leaves begin to fall as the seasons change and warmth moves to cold, poolside turns into fireside, lemonades turn to eggnog. But somewhere right between all of that change, there's still a little warmth. There's laughs in the tackles of Sunday afternoon football and jumps into leaf piles. There's lots of blankets and jackets and coffees. But the best part of it all: fall is a season of love. Family comes home, people are always near, and people show their true colors like the bright shades of the leaves. The crisp cold that makes your cheeks rosy is battled with the feeling of walking into a warm home, with the sharp smell and friendly voices you can hear from the hallway. Leaves fall like pieces into their places, like this is where everyone belongs and for a little while, the world stops and admires its own beauty.

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For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea.

Katarina Bivald (via elenamjacobs)

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Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.

Edward Abbey (via wordsnquotes)

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Footprints in the Sand

As I walk my footprints are left in the sand the waves wash up to shore and nudge them away, carrying the lasting existence of my path along with it People have always told me "work to leave a lasting mark on this world" and "be the change you want to see" Why can't I just be me? Why can't I be good enough for the world to know and hold Be pretty, be smart, be kind, but be perfect, and be who you are all at the same time. why can't I wake up in the morning happy knowing that lots of people will leave footprints in the sand, just like me, and will still be known to the world they walked along, because the earth felt their existence? Isn't that enough? Is who I am enough? I walk and leave my footprints in the sand. They last a while and then fade away. The waves overtake them, one by one, until they all disappear into the vast ocean. Life is like the ocean, pushing and pulling you away from the path you have walked. Waves are like people, they come and go and take away little pieces of you, like the subtle outlines of your heels or toes. But you are the feet you leave in the sand. You are enough. You are strong and brave and mighty, a force to be reckoned with, no matter how long your footprints stay outlined in the sand. As I walk forward, my footprints wash out of the sand. But I will still leave the mark of my foot on the ground beneath my being, always.

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Love is

Love is you. love is watching you smile from afar and listening to your laugh at the smallest of things love is my first car ride with you, music blasting and the windows down love is wanting to write about you everyday and never stopping to think before the pen grazed the paper love is sitting in the passenger seat grasping your hand & watching the sun set as you drive love is watching fireworks in the sky above us with your hand around my waist love is the beautiful things I see in your eyes love is 1 am calls love is the constant ringing of your voice in my head love is doing what you wanted me to, and letting it go when I said no to you. love is begging for you when you were the one that had done wrong love is the yelling in that same car and the hands I didn't want on my body love is watching you laugh with the other girls that I would always be compared to and never be as good as love is the waves that crashed from my eyes and down my cheeks when I didn't hear from you for hours and all that was evidence of you was the read notice on my text message. love is the tear stained notebook pages of the words you made me once and still feel love is staying up waiting for you to text and tell me you got home safely from that one party or that one friends house or that one place that you didn't tell me about or said I couldn't go with you to love is the sound of your voicemail when I'm sent to it love is the silence every day when I didn't hear from you. first no voice. then no texts. then no calls. and then & always the noise in my head combined with the silence I wish for and the loudness in the memories of you. And that was when I learned Love isn't you.

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"I change with each rising and falling tide, and love how each wave of emotion makes me feel, yet I panic when it leaves me, and sit alone waiting for the next to come and crash into my soul. "

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I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden  (via theliteraryjournals)