Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.
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| — | Noelle, age 7 |
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
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| — | Charles Bukowski (via moldavia) |
I will mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.
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| — | Jessica Dovey (via littlenixie) |
‘Cause if you take your vitamins, and pay your taxes, and never cut the line, the universe still gives you people to love and then lets them slip through your fingers like water, and then what’ve you got?
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Those of us who knew
Those of us who knew left before the flood. I stayed behind, feet planted firmly in the mud.
Those of us who knew left before the storm. I stayed behind to watch the pillars crumble and the foundations shake.
Those of us who knew left before the fires started. I stayed behind to let the flames lick at my bones.
I was born in this dust. I know every cloud by name. I stood and watched the last beam of sunlight die out.
I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention. For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks-accidentally-and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you’re alive.
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| — | Augusten Burroughs (Running with Scissors) |
