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rosenwine:

sixpenceeeblog:

Life lessons I’m learning in my 20s: Don’t spend your life trying to chase after or replicate feelings you get from other people or places. Happiness will find you again in a whole spectrum of different and even better forms. 

inkskinned:

i would give you every hope back, do you know that? if i could, i’d fix us both a table for tea and we could sit under a sunbeam. and i’ll read you poetry and you could tell me - i do not chase happy, it chases me. i’ll feed you every half of every cookie. divide up life like - one for you and one for me.

sharmakeswife:

i urge you to seek comfort in the fact that everything in the universe is subtly interconnected. it didn’t work out the way you wanted it to but you’ll end up where you need to be. keep your head up.

bakwaaas:

inkskinned:

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)

altguzman:

wetraveled:

I hope something unexpectedly good happens to you this week.

Reblogging this every goddamn week

twofigs:

i’m exactly the same in person as i am online — and most people who know me can attest to this — in that i’m occasionally reflective, usually kind, and mostly silly

twofigs:

sitting on the bus on a foggy morning and only thinking — is this, finally, my life? do i hold it with both hands? do i try to live?