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quote-book: (via 365 Days of Hand Lettering: Day 314) Mmmm

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 06:17:26 -0500

quote-book:

(via 365 Days of Hand Lettering: Day 314)

Mmmm

I do not understand why you would go out of your way to hurt each other, when life can already hurt so much.

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 15:10:22 -0400

I didn't care what people thought. I fell in love with you. Not people.

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 08:14:31 -0400

You still believe you're allowed to hurt the people who love you more than anyone else

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 08:13:26 -0400

The empty.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 18:41:00 -0400

There are no words
No pictures
Nothing concrete at least
As if we were afraid
That if we believed
And made something out of it
It would have been stolen away by the breeze in the night

Just as well
There’s nothing to look back on
But memories
Why hold on to memories that two have once shared
When one
Had decided to give away the possibility of ever making new ones?

Looking around
It felt like a dream
And like most dreams
They’re forgotten in the morning.

Don’t let your anger blind you. There are things worth seeing. And things not worth your anger.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 18:26:08 -0400

One day, you realise that there are some people you'll never see again. At least, not in the same way.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 18:19:10 -0400

Just this once, make an exception.

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 14:31:00 -0400

I already know what your plans for the weekend are.

I’ve been thoroughly briefed on the weather.

I’ve extrapolated your metaphors to illustrate your point.

I’ve heard your dissertation on what’s wrong with the world.

I’ve paraded along next to your monologue.

So please. For me

Fill this silence with the words you promised to say.

Will you call?

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 14:03:57 -0400

And maybe I’ll sleep at the station because there’s nothing to go home to but an empty fridge and some stale mayonnaise. And maybe I’ll make friends with the guys sleeping under cardboard boxes and newspapers and we’ll discuss what it means to love and to live. And maybe I’ll wander the city, one lost particle in a dust storm of Mondays, late nights and reports due yesterday. And maybe I’ll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I’ve never been lost in before. And maybe I’ll keep my phone on me in case you call. And tell me there’s something to come home to.

If you open up too much, people can fall in and hurt themselves.

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 13:59:08 -0400

You only lose what you cling to

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 18:59:02 -0500

Buddhist

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Sat, 25 Feb 2012 18:58:19 -0500

"I want to be that girl he’s scared to lose. The one that he can’t walk away from knowing she’s mad..."

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 18:58:09 -0500

“I want to be that girl he’s scared to lose. The one that he can’t walk away from knowing she’s mad at him. The one who he can’t fall asleep without her voice being he last one he hears. The one he wouldn’t know what to do without.”

- (via raindropsonredroses)

Goodbyes make you think. They make you realize who you had, what you’ve lost, and what you’ve taken for granted.

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 18:57:40 -0500

"Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I..."

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 18:56:26 -0500

“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”

- Jonathan Safran Foer

"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never..."

Sat, 25 Feb 2012 18:38:47 -0500

“People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.”

- Audrey Hepburn (via quote-book)

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Fri, 24 Feb 2012 17:31:23 -0500

A heart was meant to beat. And air was meant to be breathed, close to your ear. And your skin was...

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 17:25:13 -0500

A heart was meant to beat. And air was meant to be breathed, close to your ear. And your skin was meant to remember what mine felt like. And some songs were meant to play on repeat. And the sun was meant to come down. And we were meant to ignore it when it woke up. And days were meant to pass. And nights were meant to follow. And your eyes were meant to cry out whatever pain was left.

And I never meant to hurt you.

But I guess that’s what everyone says.

The sun rose like it does on any other day, on the day you shot me in the back of the...

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 17:23:45 -0500

The sun rose like it does on any other day, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

I’d just made coffee and you’d come back from doing the groceries and I asked if you wanted some without turning my head to look at you, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

And I hit the floor so slowly and so hard and without any real warning, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

I knew we’d had our differences and our silences but I didn’t expect it to end like this, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

I thought there’d be more time, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

If I was still alive at that point, I imagine I’d smell cordite and sulphur filling the room and hear the echoes bouncing off the walls, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

I imagine there was a look of surprise on my face, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

I wonder if you thought you were being merciful by waiting until I wasn’t looking, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

I probably stared off at a distant point, while you gathered your things together and left, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

And I know that my body was there for a while and that the room was dark and that it was very quiet, because of what you’d done, on the day you shot me in the back of the head.

But what you might not know, is that I got up.

And washed my face.

And the sun rose again.

On the day after you shot me in the back of the head.

Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be happy as I am. And I...

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 17:22:58 -0500

Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be happy as I am.

And I wake up each day and make their worst fears come true.

PS.

I hope you’re happy.