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Last summer, said the drummer, shortly after the dew, bright and early, past 5:30 something was abrew.. I saw these two, who'd wante
Just think, somewhere in the story of your life as it unfolds, as the pages start to turn, you may in one of those chapters, have 'love ; . It's something to fondly look forward to. I love good music, people, books, coffee, friends, fashion, computers, and learning new things, it's probably the best spice in life, trying new spices. hopefully this blog will make you smile, intrigue and interest you, and leave you with encouragement. Have courage, do what you love, love to live, live to love, passion and enthusiasum, once you add those two ingredients to your life you'll have a richer experience. keep going, don't stop don't quit, and someday you will be loved .

I saw this gem on Reddit tonight.  It was posted under a topic of “What ‘little’ things you can do to improve your relationship with your significant other.”  I’m definitely taking this piece of advice with me into my next relationship. (via blakebaggott)

(Source: brittanyjoyal, via creatingaquietmind)

Stop saying “sorry”. Say “thank you” instead.

When you say, “sorry for being a jerk” the other person is forced to either call you a jerk or say it wasnt a big deal. Instead, say “thank you for being so patient with me” so the other person has a reason to say they love you.

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Rob Thomas, The Thousand-Dollar Tan Line (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: booksquoteslove, via creatingaquietmind)

There weren’t many people in this world who would let you be vulnerable and still believe you were strong.
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 Charles C. Finn  (via leslieseuffert)

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Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
Masks that I’m afraid to take off
And none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me,
but don’t be fooled,
for God’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I’m secure,
that all is sunny and unruffled with me,
within as well as without,
that confidence is my name and coolness my game,
that the water’s calm and I’m in command
and that I need no one,
but don’t believe me.

My surface may be smooth but
my surface is my mask,
ever-varying and ever-concealing.
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion, and fear, and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.
I panic at the thought of my weakness exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade,
to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
my only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it is followed by acceptance,
If it is followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself
from my own self-built prison walls
from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
of what I can’t assure myself,
that I’m really worth something.
But I don’t tell you this. I don’t dare to. I’m afraid to.

I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,
that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me.
I’m afraid that deep-down I’m nothing
and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game
With a façade of assurance without
And a trembling child within.
So begins the glittering but empty parade of Masks,
And my life becomes a front.
I tell you everything that’s really nothing,
and nothing of what’s everything,
of what’s crying within me.
So when I’m going through my routine
do not be fooled by what I’m saying.
Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,
what I’d like to be able to say,
what for survival I need to say,
but what I can’t say.

I don’t like hiding.
I don’t like playing superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me
but you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the blank stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.
Each time you’re kind, and gentle, and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings —
very small wings,
but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.
I want you to know how important you are to me,
how you can be a creator—an honest-to-God creator —
of the person that is me
if you choose to.
You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from the shadow-world of panic,
from my lonely prison,
if you choose to.
Please choose to.

Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you.
A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls.
The nearer you approach me
the blinder I may strike back.
It’s irrational, but despite what the books may say about man
often I am irrational.
I fight against the very thing I cry out for.
But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls
and in this lies my hope.
Please try to beat down those walls
with firm hands but with gentle hands
for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder?
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet
and I am every woman you meet.

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1 year ago
teachingliteracy:

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” - The Fault in Our Stars, John Green

jee wow

teachingliteracy:

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.” - The Fault in Our Stars, John Green

jee wow

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somewhere weakness is our strength on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/8127346

somewhere weakness is our strength on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/8127346

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1 year ago

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah (Original Studio Version) (by peaceoverall)

Drove past 4 bars with live music, and packed with people my own age, drunk laughing singing, and bumping into each other. Whilst outside, in the damp dewy rainy drizzle.. I  alone cannot decide what is better.. Here, or there. Him or freedom.

It’s not a victory march nor at all a stance, humble, hungry for truth and looking always always still hopeful.for finding sum1 and pouring oneday passion every ounce of passion and effort i can exert from this vessel of a body. goodnight…

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