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This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her

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— This Is How You Lose Her || Junot Diaz   (via thatkindofwoman)

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"

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest times
times

we will know it

we will know it
more than
ever

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and

we will wait
and
wait

in that space.

"

— Charles Bukowski, from “no help for that “ (via thatkindofwoman)

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northmagneticpole:

Untitled-desiree-garcia (Flickr)

northmagneticpole:

Untitled-desiree-garcia (Flickr)

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"People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves."

— Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit."

E. E. Cummings  (happy birthday to you, EE)

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"A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more."

John Steinbeck, East of Eden  (via thatkindofwoman)

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misswallflower:

"Untitled", Cy Twombly, 1959

misswallflower:

"Untitled", Cy Twombly, 1959

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susiediamonds:

Pretty in Pink (Howard Deutch, 1986)

(via whiskeypaper)

"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."

— Edgar Allan Poe (via observando)

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aseaofquotes:

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

aseaofquotes:

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

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vintageanchorbooks:

"The Dream Keeper" by Langston Hughes Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

vintageanchorbooks:

"The Dream Keeper" by Langston Hughes

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

(via thetinhouse)

greeneyes55:

Charing Cross Road London 1937 
Photo: Wolf Suschitzki 

greeneyes55:

Charing Cross Road London 1937 

Photo: Wolf Suschitzki 

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I’d like to be remembered as a guy who tried — tried to be part of his times, tried to help people communicate with one another, tried to find some decency in his own life, tried to extend himself as a human being. Someone who isn’t complacent, who doesn’t cop out.

I’d like to be remembered as a guy who tried — tried to be part of his times, tried to help people communicate with one another, tried to find some decency in his own life, tried to extend himself as a human being. Someone who isn’t complacent, who doesn’t cop out.

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nevver:

Just don’t stop

Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder shot by Herb Ritts, 1990

Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder shot by Herb Ritts, 1990

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