...both an art and a fortunate accident...

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  • Probably what I would do…

    Probably what I would do…

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  • theflowershop:

    do something every day to better yourself in mind and body. wake up early. watch the sunrise. spend time nurturing the values you hold close. be a good friend. call your grandparents. take your time in everything. breathe in and out. have respect for your surroundings. laugh at something silly. relax. you are alive, you are worthy, and you are capable - three things to never forget.

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  • deantrippe:

    last day to reblog

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  • yes

    yes

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  • thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. 

    thunderpopcola:

    This is how you lose her. 

    You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

    You must remember when she forgets. 

    You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

    She remembers when you forget. 

    You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

    You must learn her. 

    You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

    You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

    And, this is how you keep her. 

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  • ha-ze:

fucken perf

    ha-ze:

    fucken perf

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  • harveying:

    #YOU HAD ONE JOB

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  • 
From that day on, we was always together. Jenny and me was like peas and carrots. She taught me how to climb… I showed her how to dangle. She helped me to learn how to read. And I showed her to swing. Sometimes we’d just sit out and wait for the stars. For some reason, Jenny didn’t never want to  go home. She was my most special friend. My only friend.

    From that day on, we was always together. Jenny and me was like peas and carrots. She taught me how to climb… I showed her how to dangle. She helped me to learn how to read. And I showed her to swing. Sometimes we’d just sit out and wait for the stars. For some reason, Jenny didn’t never want to  go home. She was my most special friend. My only friend.

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