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The single greatest thing about love, in my experience, is the way it is doomed to pain and loss from its onset. Whether it is the spouse that outlives their lover, or loses them to another, there is no escaping that most solemn of inevitabilities. That two people can commit themselves to all this sadness and heartache in the name of such brief happiness, the warm touch of familiar skin, the unrivalled pleasantness in waking up beside the same person you spent the entire night with in your dreams, is all the proof I need that insanity exists, and it is fucking beautiful.

 Hunting Season  (Beau Taplin)

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Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.

Dorianne Laux, “Dust,” from What We Carry (via lifeinpoetry)

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Jaime fuckin’ Lannister

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compliment a dog today and watch their lil face light up

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just saw a guy wearing a nirvana t-shirt lmfao i bet cant even name three noble truths of buddhism

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Meghan Howland

Untitled, 2013.

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“i feel u” i say as i begin feeling you. you are soft, like a bunny

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The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.

Kai, Lessons in Life #39 (via psych-facts)

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