"My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all." - Diane Les Becquets (via wordsthat-speak)
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thatkindofwoman:

Dedication. 
I’m on instagram: @tkowkat 
"I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. I think that’s the strangest thing of all now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been." - Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From (via theunquotables)
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thosesurferboys:

|| Bixby Creek Bridge || PCH ||
"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself." - (via ellie-sigh)

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yogabuckyeah:

♥Stop Thought♥ love/peace
"Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling" - General life philosophy  (via tea-storm)

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Annoying Things.

When my phone rings or vibrates, for a split second I assume it’s you. My heart skips a beat. That annoys me even more.

You asked how the salmon was, and all I wanted to do was call and tell you how they gave me chicken instead and it was okay but I was a little disappointed. You would’ve thought the pork was a little dry. I wanted to tell you how I did the electric slide and learned the wobble with old ladies and sat at a table with the pregnant ones. But I didn’t. I didn’t tell anyone. No one else would care like you. And I’m not even sure you would, really.

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"Someone once told me a story about long term relationships. To think of them as a continent to explore. I could spend a lifetime backpacking through Africa, and I would still never know all there is to know about that continent. To stay the course, to stay intentional, to stay curious and connected – that’s the heart of it. But it’s so easy to lose track of the trail, to get tired, to want to give up, or to want a new adventure. It can be so easy to lose sight of the goodness and mystery within the person sitting right in front of you." - Joy Williams  (via awelltraveledwoman)

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