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May 30
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kari-shma: less than one pound. (by Kennedy Garrett)

kari-shma: less than one pound. (by Kennedy Garrett)

May 25
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How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.
— Jane Hirshfield, “Not Moving Even One Step” (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

May 24
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‘I love you,’ she whispered, ‘only you; no one but you. It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream…’
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via wrists)

(via kari-shma)

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I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.
— Haruki Murakami (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: middlenameconfused, via quote-book)

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When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.
Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman’s Midnight Days (via thresca)
May 21
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
— Anais Nin (via kari-shma)

(via quote-book)

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Since when has love ever looked for reasons, or evidence? Why would love bow to the reality of things, when it creates a reality of its own, so much more vivid, wherein everything resonates to the key of the heart?
— Paul Murray, Skippy Dies (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

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Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it’s unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we cannot go to: the one we love. So instead we seek out allies, even among strangers and wives, fellow patients who, if they can’t touch the edge of our particular sorrow, have felt something that cuts nearly as deep.
— Andrew Sean Greer, The Story of a Marriage (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

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(Source: heartbeforebody, via align)

May 17
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May 15
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
— Anais Nin (via kari-shma)
May 12
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Love can come when you’re already who you are, when you’re filled with you. Not when you look to someone else to fill the empty space.
— Deb Caletti (via kari-shma)

(via quote-book)

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This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
— Elizabeth Gilbert (via kari-shma)
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Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
— Ally Condie (via kari-shma)

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