She didn’t understand
He didn’t do anything to explain
That is how the story ended

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She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.
— Loretta Chase, Silk Is For Seduction

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Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
— Nizar Qabbani

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It’s like quicksand (this negative tension): the harder I try to diffuse it, the worse it gets. (Intent on hearing things I haven’t said and seeing signs that aren’t there) it’s as if everything I do only serves to exasperate the situation. I suspect it is time I reacquaint myself with the simple truth that you can’t be everybody’s friend and that sometimes it really is best to look right through someone and tell yourself they aren’t there.

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But I am slow thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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It is far too easy to overlook the solitary raindrop. Not until it falls in a long period of drought do we truly learn to appreciate its life saving qualities.

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Without ever realising I was cold, suddenly there it was - this flame, burning brightly and pulling me into its delicious warmth. And just like that, my days had been reduced to an exercise in how not to end up scorched and crumpled at your feet.

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Does it feel the same,
the aching endless longing,
does it follow you?
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those
— Sylvia Plath

18th September 2014

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Glacial waters in the Andes, Cordillera Blanca / Peru (by mindugo).

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Glacial waters in the Andes, Cordillera Blanca / Peru (by mindugo).

18th September 2014

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Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?
Mary Oliver, from “Some Questions You Might Ask” House of Light (Beacon Press, 1990)

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18th September 2014

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18th September 2014

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18th September 2014

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Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
— J.K. Rowlings, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (via glamour)

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17th September 2014

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17th September 2014

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The important parts exist in the silences between the words.
Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

17th September 2014

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17th September 2014

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16th September 2014

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Trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie.
— (via pletikosa)

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