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Living with one’s passions amounts to living with one’s sufferings, which are the counterpoise, the corrective, the balance and the price. When a man has learned — and not on paper — how to remain alone with his suffering, how to overcome his longing to flee, the illusions that others may share, then he has little left to learn.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks (via violentwavesofemotion)

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When relationships,


fall to pieces

it can be interpreted in many 



At first, I was hurt,

then angry

then livid.

Then, sad.

Now, I’m fine, 


You see, those who are meant to be in your life

will continue to be in your life.

I don’t fight for anyone to stay, no one.

If you want to be here, be here.

If you don’t, then get the fuck out.

I don’t beg,

I don’t plead,

I don’t make myself look like a fool.

My circle is tight for a reason,

I guess you were a loose end

that I never knew about.

Thanks for removing yourself for me,

it saved me the fucking hassle.

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We hold on much too tightly,
trying to prevent ourselves
from losing the things we
care for. I held onto you
with all the bated breath
winter could offer. And in
doing so, kept you from
the aching light of spring.
Maybe had I come to the
conclusion earlier— that we
never truly lose anything,
maybe you would have stayed.
And even if found you couldn’t,
I would have known that
you were still there quiet and
elusive, in my heart
and in my mind, even after you
set foot outside the door.

(Source: exahele)

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It’s the little things.

The way that you notice the color of my nail polish changes with the seasons.

Something that no other person on the planet would pay attention to.

Something that no other person on the planet would notice. 

Or pick up on.

And here you are, 

noticing that my nail polish color changes with the seasons.

That’s love.

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