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Friday, November 30, 2018

I used to go running every day on the trail near the river.

I used to go running every day on the trail near the river. One day, I decided to take the trail through the park instead and ended up getting a cramp. I stopped and sat down, and waited for the cramp to pass and ended up meeting a guy. We’ve been married for five years now.

posted: 2013-11-30 11:17

Friday, December 18, 2015

December never felt so wrong.



December never felt so wrong. Cause you’re not where you belong;

I n s i d e m y a r m s.

Posted: 2015-02-25

Saturday, November 28, 2015

— Rita Mae Brown, Hiss of Death

Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Need


“He needed her, she was always there. She needed him, he never cared.”

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Saturday, November 14, 2015

~Emma Watson

“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.”

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

— Pablo Neruda

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

— Sara Keirsten Quin

I don’t think people 
understand how stressful 
it is to explain what’s going
on in your head when you
don’t even understand 
it yourself.