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Florida, 1970s. Photography by Flip Schulke. 

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“Never discourage anyone who continually makes progress, no matter how slow.”

— Plato

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“And after all, everyone needs a few flaws to make them real.”

— Helen Simonson, Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand

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you’re my comfort zone | isabelle bertolini

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““Will I ever get over my first love?” you ask. I tell you that’s too broad. You don’t “get over” someone you were once in love with. You can not simply just erase the adrenaline filled first touches, or the sunny cherry kissed afternoons spent dazed in their presence. You can’t fill the holes they once dug into the deepest part of your heart. You will always know them and they will always know you; they will always be a part of your deepest thoughts because they once had the privileged of hearing them. But what can happen is this. Those nights spent sitting alone in your room replaying the memories as your heart burns and your mind sinks will slowly turn into a still presence of just knowing who you once were. Those mornings started by a panicked realization they are gone will soon turn into admiring the sun peeking through the windows while you realize your sudden and subtle contentment. The pain of unrequited love fades. You let go of the fact that they don’t want you anymore. You realize you don’t need them to make you happy and you start to live for yourself. You realize that it ended for a reason; you were only meant to be together in the past and it simply is not fit for you anymore. You begin to take life for what it is and grow from every experience. Of course you still have love for them, but it is a different kind of love. It’s that distant love where you wish them the best but you aren’t desperate for their presence anymore. As you continue to move on you may think of them and reminisce on the old times, but you know the doors to the nights of screaming and crying over them have finally been locked. You’re on a new path now, and so are they. It’s the beautiful cycle of life and love.”

— a letter to my old self (via toxiccafe)

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Pixie dust

From opening our eyes to closing them back, from letting out our first cry to letting out our first laugh, from smiling for the first time and then turning it into a grin, from crying to screaming, from sitting to walking, from riding a horse to driving a car, from playing, swinging, laughing, dancing to having your first date, first kiss, first love and first heartbreak, always add a little bit of pixie dust to make it liveable.

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Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

David Levithan,  The Lover’s Dictionary. (via wordsnquotes)

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And how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad?

fckedupfray  (via wnq-writers)

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The best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends.

Unknown (via wnq-writers)

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