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takeshi kaneshiro during the filming of fallen angels (1995)

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Here’s why I will be a good person. Because I listen. I cannot talk, so I listen very well. I never deflect the course of the conversation with a comment of my own. People, if you pay attention to them, change the direction of one another’s conversations constantly. It’s like being a passenger in your car who suddenly grabs the steering wheel and turns you down a side street. For instance, if we met at a party and I wanted to tell you a story about the time I needed to get a soccer ball in my neighbor’s yard but his dog chased me and I had to jump into a swimming pool to escape, and I began telling the story, you, hearing the words ‘soccer’ and ‘neighbor’ in the same sentence, might interrupt and mention that your childhood neighbor was Pele, the famous soccer player, and I might be courteous and say, Didn’t he play for the Cosmos of New York? Did you grow up in New York? And you might reply that, no, you grew up in Brazil on the streets of Tres Coracoes with Pele, and I might say, I thought you were from Tennessee, and you might say not originally, and then go on to outline your genealogy at length. So my initial conversational gambit - that I had a funny story about being chased by my neighbor’s dog - would be totally lost, and only because you had to tell me all about Pele. Learn to listen! I beg of you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories.

Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain (via wordsnquotes)

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Isn’t it fucking terrifying that no matter how many promises they made, no matter how long you’ve been together, someone can get up and walk out of your life without a second thought and you have to carry on living because the world doesn’t stop for any of us

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“Things hardly work out the way we expect them to. Life is messy. And no matter how hard you try to figure it all out. You won’t. And if you think you have it all figured out. You don’t. Happiness and heartbreak are separated only by moments of happenstance. One day you will feel like you’re on top of the world. The next, you are watching your whole world crumble right in front of you. People walk into your life. And then they walk out. We have no control. We have no guarantees. No absolutes. We are all just part of the mess.”

willabirdie,  writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wordsnquotes)

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The scars you open back up won’t heal; that’s what I keep telling myself. You left in October but halfway lingered through the colder months, and I guess in some hospitable attempt to keep you warm, I let you. December came and I tried to bury you in November where you belonged. There was no fight. The trees became frail, naked bodies that shivered when you touched them. I stopped waiting for you to love me the moment I realized watering a dead thing will never bring it back home.

saturnine-sunshine,   writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wordsnquotes)

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When I look at you, all I can see is what we were supposed to be. I think of all the things you told me, all the promises you made, and I wonder what it was about me that made you decide I wasn’t worth it. Some morning I wake up and look in mirrors and think my body will never beautiful, it can’t be holy, not since you touched it with the intention of leaving. I don’t think I’m worth loving. You stole me from myself, and I don’t know how to get myself back.

laceerainspoetry, I Love You Now And Always Was A Lie And The Bruises Are Proof (via wnq-writers)

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you kinda owe me a lot. you owe me my time I’ve spent on days and weeks trying to make you realize that I’m what’s best for you. you owe me my patience I’ve lost with every conversation we had about whether or not we fitted together. you owe me every single tear you stole from me while I tried to wipe them away before I caught myself thinking about you. and you owe me every single thought I spent on you while you were out having no idea that I was gonna charge you for everything that you’ve taken from me. but then again, everything you took, was given to you without even thinking about how empty I would be afterwards. all I cared about was you and I completely forgot to make myself a priority too.

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me too

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If only one person truly believes in you and your ability to succeed…take it to heart. Accept it. Believe it. They see something in you that nobody else sees, not even you. And there is a good chance that they are right about you…if you let them be and do not fight it.

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calling out of context : mame camara for contributor magazine fw15

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