22, INFP,Aries...

Gardener, Nature lover, photographer, hiker.

Enjoy the abstract and all things thought provoking

Coffee addict, craft beer drinker, book worm, music lover, quote gatherer..

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August 31, 2014
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“There are too many
directions calling your
name out at once. You
have half a mind to split
yourself down the middle
and become two different
people, living double lives.

Who am I? You leave
that question by the side
of your bed at night, too
terrified to look it in the eyes.
Maybe you’ll have enough
strength to converse
with yourself tomorrow.
‘Not today,’ you mumble
sleepily. ‘Not today.’”

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August 31, 2014
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“A true friend unbosoms freely, advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously, and continues a friend unchangeably.”
—  ~William Penn

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August 31, 2014
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“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
— ~Henri Nouwen

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August 31, 2014
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“It’s important to our friends to believe that we are unreservedly frank with them, and important to the friendship that we are not.”
— ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960

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August 24, 2014
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When it is but it aint


Some of us love badly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that implodes. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Turns wine to poison. Behaves poorly in restaurants. Drinks. Kisses other people. Comes back to your bed at 4am smelling like everything outside. Asks about your ex. Is jealous of your ex. Thinks everyone a rival. Some of us love others badly, love ourselves worse. Some of us love horrid, love beastly. Love sick love anti light. Sometimes the love can’t go home at night, can’t sleep with itself cannot contain itself, catches fire, destroys the belly, strips buildings, goes missing. Punches. Smashes heirlooms. Tells lies. The best lies. Fucks around. Writes poems, impresses people. Chases lovers into corners. Leaves them longing. Sea sick. Says yes. Means anything but. Tricks the body. Kills the body. Dances wild and walks away, smiling.

— (via thiswillnotlast)

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August 20, 2014
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August 20, 2014
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“Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”
— Anna Quindlen, Every Last One  (via quoted-books)

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August 14, 2014
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“How do you expect them to treat you with respect if you don’t feel worthy of it? Recognize your value.”

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August 14, 2014
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Quite addicted to this song. the lyrics are great.

" So, I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don’t got a filter
But I’m so tired of eatin’ all of my misspoken words

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I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol
And I’m no good at aiming, but I can aim it at you


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August 01, 2014
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The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman, O Me! O Life! (via introspectivepoet)

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