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1. I know letting go may feel like hitting pavement but sometimes staying is like getting hit by a train you’ve seen coming for miles. 2. There are symphonies that are screaming it is going to get better. Listen to the music. 3. The most fight you’ll ever feel is from inside your heart. 4. Nostalgia is only good for telling you bedtime stories. Don’t let it tuck you in at night, don’t let it keep you warm. 5. Keep the moments that you wish could live on for a gazillion years close to your heart, never let them burn out. 6. You’ll find someone that’s not them. You’ll love again and it’ll be pure and significant in its own way. 7. They remember it all. They’ll see how much you impacted their lives much later. 8. You may hate high school, but it’s when it’s almost over that you get flashes of when you were young and passed notes with your first love in art class and had talks with teachers that really mattered and you’ll want it to slow down. Take it in, there’s good in everything. 9. Sometimes the one that was your perfect match will be the one to watch you burn. 10. What’s meant to be yours will always find its way home. 11. It’s okay to change without them. Remember that you are the main character of your story. 12. Music cures it all. 13. Telling the story of how I fell in love with you still warms me from the inside out. Teach me how to let go of you. 14. Falling out of love makes you feel like you’ll never want to do it again, but the feeling of your heart dropping when he tells you he’s wanted you all these years is worth the stab at the end. 15. You jump off the cliff hoping there won’t be daggers at the bottom, and when you’re young you think you know how much it’ll hurt. When it comes, you’ll realize you had no clue. 16. My biggest fear was not being with you. I’m becoming someone without you, and it doesn’t feel right. 17. The nicer you are, the more beautiful you become. 18. One day you’ll meet again, and it’ll be just as scary and beautiful as the first time. 19. You’ll find your person. You may not recognize them at first because they’re not as shiny as they are in the movies, but you’ll know by the calm they bring. 20. Thank God for him. 21. The boy who runs in my dreams isn’t as dishonest. He holds my hand whenever I need to feel less alone and I sit around his kitchen table and talk to his mother about poetry. She goes on to say something about how statistically people are more afraid of love than anything else and the things I don’t say- tell her all there is to know about me. That I’m afraid beyond measure of what love can do to a person. Because I spent the last two years loving someone who didn’t know anything other than tearing apart the sole purpose of my existence. The boy who runs beside me in my dreams convinces me that love isn’t always teeth and bite marks. In my dreams, my scars aren’t there because I never tasted a bitter love before. The boy in my dreams loves me enough to let me meet his mother and destroys the idea that love is what I came here to die for. 22. Maybe love stays, maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. 23. I glance off in another direction, but I always glance back at you. 24. Things that are sweet like this attract the worst kind of hungry. 25. I don’t think you’ll ever realize you changed everything for me. 26. I found faith that summer. The lips told stories I fell asleep to, the hands promised to hold on. But bliss is temporary when you pull your hands away from your eyes, and summer only lasts 3 months. 27. Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.

27 Things to take into 2017, roseyheartbeats  (via wnq-writers)

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Why do you like thunderstorms?” “Because it shows that even nature needs to scream sometimes.

E.D.  (via wnq-writers)

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i want to go back to the days where the only thing i feared was what was under my bed, not the people in it.

highsandprose (via wnq-writers)

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I want to create something that lasts longer than I do.

abyssiniannomad, Artist (via wnq-writers)

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New Lines

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we think we can change people. we see something broken and we want to put it back together, but instead we end up cutting ourselves with their broken pieces.

unwrittenphrases (via wnq-writers)

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I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos (via wordsnquotes)

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Smoke

I am not of the crowd of death

who cough fire from their lungs

mistaking themselves for dragons

The poisoned ones

Content to ride a rickety coaster into the abyss

Just to see the sparks on the tracks

Seated in the front car, unaware of those that love them seated behind.

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You watch her walk away and it hits you that she is an entire ocean and you were wrong,  so very wrong, because you let her go thinking she was just a girl.

Nikita Gill, A Girl, An Ocean (via quoted-books)

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Four be the things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe. Four be the things I’d been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt. Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne. Three be the things I shall have till I die: Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

Dorothy Parker, “Inventory,” The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker (via quoted-books)

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passage by bridge

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Words from the books curl around each other make little sense until I read them again and again, the story settling into memory. Too slow my teacher says. Read Faster. Too babyish, the teacher says. Read older. But I don’t want to read faster or older or any way else that might make the story disappear too quickly from where it’s settling inside my brain, slowly becoming a part of me. A story I will remember long after I’ve read it for the second, third, tenth, hundredth time.

Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming (via quoted-books)

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I’m bleeding words you’ll never read.

six word story // paperharbors (via just-six)

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You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.

Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (via quoted-books)

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Immortals

Let me tell you a story about a fisherman He was born in 1336 and was fishing for carp when he fell out of the boat his father had built for him He couldn’t swim and thought he’d drown Thought he’d be the next tragedy But shot right back out of the water As if death himself had pushed him

Let me tell you about a tailor He was cutting cloth one day and sliced off a finger only to watch it grow back He sewed through his hand and watched the makeshift stitches fly out and the string unknot itself from his flesh That was 1770 The tailor was born in 1491

Let me tell you a story of a boy who tried To grab a floating fishing rod He made when he was six As his father looked on

Let me tell you about the boy who died Falling in Who couldn’t swim Whose decomposing flakes of flesh floated past the fish he once wanted to catch Do you think the fish saw his brevity and the effects of gravity and questioned their own scaly mortality?

Let me tell you about a father’s fourth son in eighty years A fisherman who just wanted to teach a son to fish Who raised boys to twelve every time But still looked barely thirty-eight The tailor sighed as he looked at his wife Knowing he would leave her Knowing she would leave him All alone The fault of neither lover

In 1932, a fisherman who’d lived hundreds of years and knew hundreds of things In desperation took a dive off a newly constructed building in New York He didn’t think it’d work, thought it’d merely cause a wreck Didn’t know immortality Can’t stop self-broken neck

Across the country and five years later A tailor stood alone On a bridge With golden arches Signaling death’s home The tailor took his dive too And not a moment late For he was not the only one To jump from golden gate

Let me tell you about a love that never broke Let me tell you about two mortals Building simple immortality Simply by existing