"I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

E.E. Cummings (via feellng)

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In fact you’re uncomfortably beautiful," he added. There was no smile this time.
“And you’re very charming.”
“Isn’t this nice?” he laughed. “We actually approve of each other.”
“Don’t you usually?” She had caught quickly at his remark, as she always did at any unexplained allusion to herself, however faint.
He lowered his voice, and when he spoke there was in it no more than a wisp of badinage.
“Does a priest approve the Pope?”
“I don’t know—but that’s probably the vaguest compliment I ever received.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

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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 theantiquated)

I would like to relay this message to all my friends who deserve to be happy, even if that means being happy all on your own. 

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Daydream delusion
Limousine Eyelash
Oh, baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet cakes and milkshakes
I am a delusion angel
I am a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life
Like two branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I’ll carry you. You’ll carry me
That’s how it could be
Don’t you know me?
Don’t you know me by now?

Before Sunrise  (via psycheraffine)

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Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say ‘going through the motions’—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind.

This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.

— Leslie Jamison, “The Empathy Exams” (via The Believer)

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The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.

— Unknown (via franki-e)

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The Blue Arch of a Mosque in EsfahanPhoto and caption by Tandis KhodadadianPhotographed April 2013, Esfahan, Iran

wow this is beautiful…especially in my favorite color of every shade

The Blue Arch of a Mosque in Esfahan
Photo and caption by Tandis Khodadadian
Photographed April 2013, Esfahan, Iran

wow this is beautiful…especially in my favorite color of every shade

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Remember wherever your heart is, there will find your treasure. You’ve got to find the treasure, so that everything you have learned along the way can make sense.

— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful - or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.

— t-sukix.tumblr.com/  (via perfect)

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I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up

I stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let go

I know
nothing

but I am here to learn.

— Shane Koyczan  (via lovelyemy)

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