July 31st, 2014

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You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
Daniel Franzese (via wordsnquotes)

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July 30th, 2014
That awkward moment when a gif so perfectly (eerily) sums up what you’re feeling.

That awkward moment when a gif so perfectly (eerily) sums up what you’re feeling.

July 29th, 2014

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I never
intentionally
think of him.

His face
has left my walls.
I have parted with his
old t-shirts and mismatched socks.
Souvenirs of us are hidden
in a box,
in a bin,
in a closet
across the hall
behind a locked door,
almost
as if they need
to be restrained
to prevent them from getting
out and causing
destruction.

In moments of silence and
solitude,
a fleeting image of our playfulness
will pass by or
a familiar scent
will tickle my memory,
triggering naive nostalgia.
In those moments,
overcoming all the strength
I have built up,
my pride slips away.
Like a stampede on a canyon
panicking to halt
before falling off a cliff,
the words
“I love you”
rush to the edge
of my tongue.
It’s an instantaneous,
involuntary
reaction.

As if
I was a part of a Pavlovian experiment
that I was ignorant of.

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If you saw her in these moments, you might think she was collecting her thoughts in order to go forward. But I see it another way: Her mind is being overwhelmed by two processes that must simultaneously proceed at full steam. One is to deal with and live in the present world. The other is to re-experience and mourn something that happened long ago. It is as though her lightness pulls her toward heaven, but the extra gravity around her keeps her earthbound.
Steve Martin, The Pleasure of My Company (via ding-ang-bato)

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It’s all messy:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.
Life…
William Leal. (via ding-ang-bato)

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