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twenty-nine.
just trying to figure it all out

Let me tell you this, someone is gonna love you so much that it will hurt. It’s gonna make them feel like their heart is a glass that is overflowing, and that they cannot contain all that they feel for you. They are gonna look up at the stars, and wonder why love couldn’t just be placed in space, because the endless expanse seems like a more fitting place to store the fire that burns within them for you. They are going to want to weep, because that is the love escaping from their bodies; it’ll be too much to hold in.

You know what? You will feel this way too, but eventually those feelings are going to start to dry up, and you won’t always feel that way, but that is what love is all about! You must be consistent to fill that up again, to see the person you love, and to pour into what they have spilled out. This is how you make it work, by being active, and keeping that fire alive. The stars shouldn’t be the only thing that dances at night, teach your heart to dance along with all those beautiful lights that expand across the universe, because there is beauty in love, and the whole galaxy should be able to join in on it.

- T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 25 (via tblaberge)
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.
- Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

It’s dark because you are trying too hard.
Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.
Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply.
Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them…

So throw away your baggage and go forward.
There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet,
trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair.
That’s why you must walk so lightly.
Lightly my darling,
on tiptoes and no luggage,
not even a sponge bag,
completely unencumbered.

- Aldous Huxley (via redcatinsanfrancisco)
runwayhousescitiesclouds:

what about tuesday tho

haaaa. yeah. totally silent cried at my desk this afternoon. this week needs to be over. one emotional land-mine after the other. kicking myself for not being stronger than this by now.

runwayhousescitiesclouds:

what about tuesday tho

haaaa. yeah. totally silent cried at my desk this afternoon.

this week needs to be over. one emotional land-mine after the other. kicking myself for not being stronger than this by now.

Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.
- Ijeoma Umebinyuo (via studentsoup)

You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

If you’re doing what you love, everything in the universe will gravitate towards you. This is how the world works. Don’t waste time impressing others or doing something that doesn’t feed your soul. Take a leap of faith and jump in to your passion.
I can’t handle this,” he told her.

But something in his expression screamed:

“I can’t handle you.”

And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.”

- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #75  (via thatkindofwoman)

One sort of optional thing you might do is to realize that there are six seasons instead of four. The poetry of four seasons is all wrong for this part of the planet, and this may explain why we are so depressed so much of the time. I mean, spring doesn’t feel like spring a lot of the time, and November is all wrong for autumn, and so on.

Here is the truth about the seasons: Spring is May and June. What could be springier than May and June? Summer is July and August. Really hot, right? Autumn is September and October. See the pumpkins? Smell those burning leaves? Next comes the season called Locking. November and December aren’t winter. They’re Locking. Next comes winter, January and February. Boy! Are they ever cold!

What comes next? Not spring. ‘Unlocking’ comes next. What else could cruel March and only slightly less cruel April be? March and April are not spring. They’re Unlocking.

- Kurt Vonnegut (via michlko)
It’s funny, when I think about this exact time last year. Things were so different. I never would have thought that things could change so much in only a year. I wonder what next October will be like.
- (via busyreadingerotica)

This time last year everything was different. 5 days later, everything turned on its head. I hope the next 365 days will be kinder to me than the last.

don’t consider the next person to be the one. make them prove it. you’re a fucking catch, you don’t have to hold the damn net.
- themattsmith [via lay-dee-88] (via graceinplace)