October 6, 2011 11:44 pm
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Every now and then you’ll meet someone new. Someone maybe your heart would have raced away with, before you experienced the crippling agony of having it broken. And yeah, maybe your heart’s been repaired since, maybe you’re as happy as you’ve ever been and entirely satisfied with yourself and your life—but that’s just the point, isn’t it? You’re no longer prepared to disrupt the harmony. You barely survived it—the first time your world was picked up and shaken like a shitty little snow globe—and you’re not willing to hedge a bet that you’ll survive it a second time.

So you’ll push the new ones away instinctively. Half of you will be relieved and the other half will pang with melancholy. You want to be braver—because when it comes down to the bones of it, all you really are is scared. You wish it was as simple as calling out to your mother and having her check under your bed and in the closet for the boogey man, but you’re on your own now, with no one to protect you from night terrors but yourself.

You’re not a bad person—you know you’re not—you have so much love to give, but you’ve never feared anything more than giving it. It seems like such a shame and waste, but at the same time entirely necessary. You desperately want to be inspired again, to hold someone’s hand in the street, to have them brush the hair from your eyes as you rest your face on their chest in bed on lazy Sundays. You want someone to tell you they love you in the dim half-light of morning, you want someone you can cook dinner for, you want someone whose wounds you can lick. You want someone who is at once your best friend but with whom you share the secret sweetness of sex, and a heightened physical and emotional intimacy. And yet: wanting is not the same as having, and you let them all pass by you and around you, like wind whipping against your ankles. Your heart is still and safe.

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On Being Brave Enough To Start Again (via creatingaquietmind)

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September 11, 2011 11:21 pm

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July 25, 2011 2:01 am
"Do you know what it’s like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you’ve got nothing left to give- and then realize that it still isn’t what they need?"

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Jodi Picoult  (via creatingaquietmind)
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July 23, 2011 12:58 am
"Go ahead, do it, I thought. Dismantle it. Tear it apart. Crush it to bits. I don’t give a damn. It would be a breath of fresh air. I’m ready for anything."

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Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami  (via 3wishez)

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July 11, 2011 1:27 am
"The reason half the world feels lonely is because the other half is pretending to be perfect."

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Julia Allison (via creatingaquietmind)
July 8, 2011 12:19 am
"It’s the possibility that keeps us going, not the guarantee."

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March 31, 2011 11:38 pm
"Don’t be jealous of anyone. I guarantee you, if everyone walked into a room, and dumped their problems onto the floor, when they saw what everyone else’s problems were, they’d be scrambling to get their own problems back before someone else got to them first."

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Kim Gruenenfelder, A Total Waste of Makeup (via itookadeepbreath)

Mylife

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February 4, 2011 1:17 am

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