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the more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. it surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say i love you.

- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated, 234

(via wewontbequiet)

what could he say to her? i am sharing everything with you, he thought. every time my chest expands with breath against yours, every time my heart beats in tempo with yours, i am sharing everything.

- Jeffrey Stepakoff, Fireworks Over Toccoa, 160

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(via lullabyexile)

language flatters our indecisions with its stability. it allows us to hide under an illusory permanence and fixity while the world changes minute by minute […] i was a man in love with a woman, but how much of the mobility and inconstance of my emotions could such words hope to carry? was there room in them for all the infidelity, boredom, irritation, and indifference that often found themselves knitted together with this love? […] i call a tree a tree, though throughout the year, the tree changes. to rename the tree at every season would be too confusing, so language settles on the continuity, forgetting that in one season there are leaves that in another will be absent.

- Alain de Botton, On Love, 141

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there’s nothing like the joy of books (and stop motion) ♥

(via miabuelanoloentiende)

i would prefer you to compliment me on my brain than on my face, but if you must, then i would rather you comment on my smile [motor and muscle-controlled] than on my nose [static and tissue-based]. the desire is that i be loved even if i lost everything, leaving nothing but “me,” this mysterious “me” taken to be the self at its weakest, most vulnerable point. do you love me enough that i may be weak with you? everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? that is the real test. do you love me stripped of everything that might be lost, for only the things i will have forever?

- Alain de Botton, On Love, 168-169

makes me happy :)

(via weheartit)

my skin is kind of sort of brownish
pinkish yellowish white.
my eyes are greyish blueish green,
but i’m told they look orange in the night.
my hair is reddish blondish brown,
but it’s silver when it’s wet.
and all the colors i am inside
have not been invented yet.
- shel silverstein

orientaltiger:

Rashad Alakbarov uses suspended translucent objects to create light and shadow paintings on walls.

gasp. ♥
this is magical. 

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(via bearhugsforjesus)  

Me: God, I’ve let You down so much
God: You can’t let me down. You don’t hold me up. I hold you up.

theunresolved7th:

“When two strangers meet and become a couple, they are bound to face conflict and hardship. When your faith is broken, you endure it with love; when love fades away, you fill it up with compassion instead. That’s how you both must work at it. Why? Because it was your choice. If you choose love, you also must love that choice.”

:) genius.

(via anindependentclause)

some clocks make noise on purpose so we cannot forget about the time running out.

(via thebrim)

when you’re young, you think [your loneliness] is going to be solved by love. but it never is. being close—as close as you can get—to another person only makes clear the impassable distance between you.

- Nicole Krauss, Man Walks Into A Room, 124