You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should’ve behaved better.

Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (via larmoyante)

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You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.

Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via larmoyante)

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Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before.

Cassie Ainsworth, Skins (via larmoyante)

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Nobody’s Perfect

When I’m nervous I have this thing, yeah, I talk too much. Sometimes I just can’t shut the hell up. It’s like I need to tell someone, anyone who’ll listen and that’s where I seem to fuck up.

Yeah, I forget about the consequences. For a minute there I lose my senses and in the heat of the moment my mouth starts going, the words start flowing.

But I never meant to hurt you. I know it’s time that I learned to treat the people I love like I wanna be loved. This is a lesson learned

I hate that I let you down and I feel so bad about it. I guess karma comes back around, ‘cause now I’m the one that’s hurting.

And I hate that I made you think that the trust we had is broken. But don’t tell me you can’t forgive me, ‘cause nobody’s perfect.

If I could turn back the hands of time, I swear I never would’ve crossed that line. I should of kept it between us but, no, I went and told the whole world how I feel.

So I sit and I realize with, these tears falling from my eyes, I gotta change if I wanna keep you forever. I promise that I’m gonna try.

I’m not a saint, no, not at all, but what I did, it wasn’t cool. But I swear that I’ll never do that again to you.

Nobody’s perfect.

People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires.

I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say it’s too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast.

 Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas  (via larmoyante)

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Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things- they save you.

Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted (via larmoyante)

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Most of us don’t have the option of waking to eternal life or experiencing undying love . Our lives and love are painfully finite. But maybe that’s how it should be because the parts of the human condition that we suffer from most are the very things that make us what we are. We appreciate time because of our lack of it. We’re sensitive because of our vulnerability. We’re compassionate because of our dependence. And while we can all be monsters, we are always at our most monsterous when we ignore humanity. Our teachers and parents like to say we’re witnessing the decline of western civilization, sure these are trying time but when we begin to lose ourselves in routine or fear or tragedy I think we can always find our way back. We just need to remember that our obligations to one another, our relationships to one another, these things don’t exist only to fill up our days they exist to save our lives these things are worth fighting for.

I can’t handle this,” he told her.

But something in his expression screamed:

“I can’t handle you.”

And she thought then, that perhaps all relationships were just a case of who gave up first. And her pride couldn’t decide which was worse: giving up when you had promised them not to, or waking up to find that they had given up on you.”

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But I don’t believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or to make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.

Gloria Naylor 

Everything you love is here

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