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In The Mood For Love (2000)

Wong Kar-wai

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when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me

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“You do not know / How little I loved / Before I loved you.”

— Joan Naviyuk Kane, from “Love Poem,” Hyperboreal

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“They say nothing lasts forever but they’re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)

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Do you think i can have one more kiss?

I’ll find closure on your lips and then I’ll go

Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch and one more dinner. I’ll be full and happy and we can part. But in between meals maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the “one mores” they will equal a lifetime, and I’ll never have to get to the part where I let you go.

But that’s not real is it?

There are no more “one mores”

I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are. For you, for me. But not for us. Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up.

When some things break, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately sometimes things don’t break, they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be. Because it was us. And we were magic.

Forever.

Someone great

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“How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.”

— Kurt Tucholsky

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“It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.”

— Stephen Chbosky; Perks of Being a Wallflower (via overvhelm)

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“If you’re asking me if I like your company, the answer is yes. If, on the other hand, you’re asking me if I could live without you, the answer is also yes.”

— Paulo Coelho

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@ god…. why would u make me so full of love but so bad at loving

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i’m usually so good with words, but falling for you is like having an ocean inside of me but only knowing the language of raindrops. it’s like waking up and falling asleep and waking up and falling asleep and wishing your breath was on my cheek. it’s like driving home and craving you so deeply i can hardly breathe without shattering my lungs. it’s like shattering my lungs and shattering my lungs and shattering my lungs. it’s like forgetting how to breathe for all of the split seconds when your name pops up on my phone. it’s like talking to you and never wanting to stop. you make me want to pour myself out of my skin to fill all of the places you feel empty. i’m usually so good with words, but you drown every single one. there are no mouths that speak this language that are large enough to explain you.

— ap 3.19 you make me want to pour myself out of my skin

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“Does it comfort or terrify you to think that a God who shook the stars into existence like glitter on black paper, who pulled apart the sea and the sky like Velcro on someone’s shoes, that built blood and bone out of dust and ground- does it comfort or terrify you that that God made you? Has mapped out your life like he did the constellations, has already decided on your Promised Land, but probably not told you? Does it comfort or terrify you to think that the whole world is really in his hands?”

— ‘The Whole World, In His Hands,’ - Megan’s Poetry #272

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Reena B. | Twelve Months and how they lived inside my body

@wnq-quotes

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“How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?”

— Doc Luben, “14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes”

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“You seize only the moments to take every chances; and often times, you miss it, you conclude it is enough; in the act of your conscience you give it all away, not for love, not for anyone else, but to the ambitions of your heart.”

— Chuck Akot, ambitions