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This feeling is like a wonderful sting.
I want this feeling to hold me captive.
I wouldn’t give this up, not even for all four seasons to be spring.
It doesn’t need to be masked as attractive.
David Leverett
Love, curiosity, freckles and doubt. Dorothy Parker
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I don’t ever want to be Marilyn. 

I don’t ever want to be Marilyn. 

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You cannot find peace by avoiding life. Virginia Woolf (via bardsandsages)

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A dog. It seemed like a perfectly sensible idea. Man is a dog’s best friend, remember. So: the dog and I looked at each other. I longer than the dog. And what I saw then has been the same ever since. Whenever the dog and I see each other we both stop where we are. We regard each other with a mixture of sadness and suspicion, and then we feign indifference. We walk past each other safety; we have an understanding. It’s very sad, but you’ll have to admit that it is an understanding. We had made many attempts at contact, and we had failed. The dog has returned to garbage, and I to solitary but free passage. I have not retuned. I mean to say, I have gained solitary free passage, if that much further loss can be said to be gain. I learned that neither kindness nor cruelty by themselves, independent of each other, creates any effect beyond themselves; and I have learned that the two combined, together, at the same time, are the teaching emotion. And what is gained is loss. And what has been the result: the dog and I have attained a compromise; more of a bargain really. We neither love nor hurt because we do not try to reach each other. And, was trying to feed the dog an act of love? And, perhaps, was the dog’s attempt to bite me not an act of love? If we can so misunderstand, well then, why have we invented the word love in the first place.

- Jerry

The Zoo Story - by Edward Albee



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Ross: Rach, you know, I can see you naked anytime I want. 
Rachel: What?
Ross: All I have to do is close my eyes. See? (Ross closes his eyes) Woo-hoo!
Rachel: Ross, stop that!
Ross: I’m sorry.
Rachel: Come on! I don’t want you thinking of me like that anymore. 
Ross: Uh, sorry. Nothing you can do about it. It’s one of my, uh, rights as the ex-boyfriend. (Ross closes his eyes again) Oh yeah! 
Rachel: Stop it! Cut it out! Cut it out!
Ross: Okay, okay. I’m sorry. It will never happen— (Closes eyes again) Uh oh. Wait a minute! Wait, wait. Now there are a hundred of you, and I’m the king!


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People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

Eat, Pray, Love - Elizabeth Gilbert


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I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life. Neil Gaiman (via prima-volta)

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