You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you.
Redvers Bailey (via yesdarlingido)

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Just because two people are capable of deeply hurting each other over and over again does not make them passionate, star-crossed lovers. It makes them two people who keep doing terrible things to each other. Someone’s ability to make you completely and utterly soul-crushingly miserable does not mean they are a soul mate with some deep insight into your psyche. They are just someone who is really good at making you unhappy.

Andrea Greb, You Are Not Blair Waldorf (via psych-facts)

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I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.
e.s. (via selectables)

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I wrote it on my wall
You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can’t edit a blank page.
Jodi Picoult (via wellyfonzar3llie)

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very nice! I like your flow. your ethic is of great value. keep writing!

Sometimes, you cry in a stranger’s arms precisely because they are a stranger.
You let your secrets be witnessed because the witnesses are outside of your every day reality.
You get spiritually naked because it’s a moment that’s only ever going to be a moment.
You dance like no one is watching because they won’t see you again.
One night stands - sexual, spiritual, emotional - can serve a divine purpose.

Healing happens in protected space. Sometimes that protection comes from fleeting encounters.

So let it be fleeting - it takes a kind of courage to pass in the night, exchange sorrows and float away. Bless it instead of anchoring it to obligation. Something sacred just happened, allow it be just that.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via observando)
decorticate

The fight for growth had stopped all together. I washed away that night. Was I truly prepared to live a life that didn’t involve him? I was thrown between a non existent heaven and hell. I settled into this state of shock that made its way to my mind and then… darkness.

Forsaken, his back was turned and I was made manifest and bare. The blood upon my flesh consumed by despair. All the angels that guided us together, frowned upon me. Upon us.