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rock the cowgirl blues, rock too fast for love ♥
Oct 30
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kari-shma: (via xdesx)
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Whisper to me now,
just one breath soaked whisper and
my heart will be yours.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) (via quote-book)
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I cannot promise very much.
I give you the images I know.
Lie still with me and watch.
We laugh and we touch.
I promise you love. Time will not take that away.
— Anne Sexton (via mhight)(via iveneverheardofyou) (via align)
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skysignal: vivatregina: And it wears me out. It wears me out.

skysignal: vivatregina: And it wears me out. It wears me out.

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Oct 29
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Not Supposed to Love You Anymore, by anonymous

Dear Ex Love,

Sometimes, I forget that I’m not supposed to be in love with you anymore.

I walk past your favorite food in the grocery store and think I’d like to buy it for you for dinner. Then I remember I’m not supposed to love you anymore.

I drive by the donut shop on Eight Street and remember when we used to sit there together and eat the hot donuts early in the morning. My heart flutters and I feel those butterflies inside. Then I remember I’m not supposed to love you anymore.

I drive home to the house we used to share, see your car in the drive, and I get excited to see you. Then I remember I’m not supposed to love you anymore.

The problem is, I do love you. I mean, I know we haven’t been able to work things out. I know that life has lead us in different directions and we’ve grown apart. I know that we aren’t meant to be together forever.

But I can’t help but remember the feelings, the love, the ‘real’ between us. It’s not like love can turn on a switch and turn it back off again at a whim. I’m reminded of Kenny Rogers’ song, “I can’t unthink about you. I can’t unfeel your touch…” It’s true. I can’t unlove you.

So when you’re packing up our lives and moving part of it away from me, I hope you know that somewhere in the pictures, the remnants, the memories… there, buried beneath all that past, is my love for you.

And maybe, when it comes time to divide up his and hers, yours and mine, and we walk away from the singular life we were supposed to live together, until death, and both begin living our new lives, separately, we can be kind to each other.

Maybe through the lawyers, the courts, the judges, the mediation and separation of property, we can look fondly at each other and remember the love, honor it.

Because even though I know we aren’t going to be together anymore, my heart hasn’t quite figured out yet that I’m not supposed to love you anymore. Somewhere inside of you, I know you feel the same way. Just because we can’t be together anymore doesn’t mean we have to release the love, the one good thing that was between us.

I learned a long time ago that sometimes love just isn’t enough. It wasn’t for us. Still, I need to believe that love matters, even if it’s not enough to hold together.

Someday, maybe I’ll look back and remember that I once loved you. It’s going to be awhile before that happens though, because right now, my heart just doesn’t understand yet that I’m not supposed to love you anymore.

Love,
Your soon to be ex wife

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It’s not about who you’ve known the longest, it’s about who’s never left your side.
— (via negatives) Dear Self: Remember this. (via align)
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We had a lot going for us. We’d found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.
— Dan, “Candy” (via mikeandryan) (via avajean)
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Oct 28
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Fall asleep with me.
Wrap yourself inside my arms
and drift away now.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott) (via kari-shma)
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Stranger Music

align: secrettoaster: whokilled:

by Leonard Cohen

I’ll rise up one of these days,
find my way to the airport.
I’ll rise up and say
I loved you better than you loved me.

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skysignal: sweetcandie: anditslove: stop trying to dissect me. love all of me.

skysignal: sweetcandie: anditslove: stop trying to dissect me. love all of me.

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She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.
— Sarah Dunn, Secrets to Happiness (via overflowing) (via skyisland) (via overflowing)
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