She has her own way of loving you, overwhelmingly inhuman and fantastic, but strong too.
—Anaïs Nin (via thatkindofwoman)
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I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it, or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs because it is, or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love, is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed, it’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch talking about how they were only so young when they’re parents passed on. it’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking—without ever asking, it’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition, it’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between, it’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do, in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it.
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There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that is your own self. So you have to begin there, not outside, not on other people. That comes afterwards, when you have worked on your own corner.
—Aldous Huxley (via petrinecross)
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Just look at life with more playful eyes. Don’t be serious. Seriousness becomes like a blindness. Don’t pretend to be a thinker, a philosopher. Just simply be a human being. The whole world is showering its joy on you in so many ways, but you are too serious, you cannot open your heart.
You have to say thank you and I’m sorry and I forgive you and not just because people get cancer or tell you something nice or are related to you. You don’t have to do it all of the time and you don’t have to do it for every person, but you do need to do it some of the time for some people. That, to me, is what makes us not just daughters and sons and husbands and wives and brothers and sisters and friends. It is what makes us our own independent people. People who recognize that no one gets it right all of the time and no one always has the best of intentions and no one, deep down, ever wants to let people they tried to love their best down.
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Part of something I wrote in October that I re-read as I sit here making the final edits to my chapbook (finally).
Sometimes I forget my own things that I have written. This is probably my favorite, but doesn’t quite fit the book.
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I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
—Frida Kahlo (via middlenameconfused)
A healthy relationship is one where two independent people just make a deal that they will help make the other person the best version of themselves.
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