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womansfilm:

And again and again I have to remind myself that the whole art of life is to lean on people, to involve oneself with them quite fearlessly and yet – when the props are kicked away –remain leaning, as it were, on empty air. Like levitation.ALT

Christopher Isherwood’s diaries, September 8, 1960

dweebspace:

“You can’t be a lurker on tumblr.” Yes, you absolutely can. I’ve been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven’t interacted with anyone in years.

thehopefulquotes:

“Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.”

Khalil Gibran

wordsthat-speak:

“Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.”

— Khalil Gibran

aseaofquotes:
“Amy Tan, Saving Fish from Drowing
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aseaofquotes:

Amy Tan, Saving Fish from Drowing

larmoyante:

“To heal is to touch with love that which was previously touched by fear.”

— Stephen Levine

larmoyante:

“They say nothing lasts forever but they’re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

actualaster:

jacuwi:

we-dont-matteratall:

moss-wizard:

What a year this week has been.

It’s Monday.

It sure as hell is.

The earlier in the day Monday you reblog the funnier this gets

benepla:

i hate airpods dude id rather be broke than have two lil tiny things to keep track of. “oh there’s like a carrier” muh muh muh like i’ll remember the carrier when im barreling out of my door with the bus coming in 2 minutes. an airpod falls out and falls into a storm drain. i fling my head around to watch it fall and the other one flies out into the street and my bus crushes it. i scream in agony and run up to it and the bus just barrels straight over me bc bus drivers in chicago have 3 kill allowances a year

larmoyante:

“Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we’ve missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.”

— Douglas Coupland, Life After God