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She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
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I think there are more beautiful souls in the world than people realise. No one knows anyone anymore. We all take everyone at face value. But judging someone on first impression is all we seem to do now, and it is not enough. People are too hesitant of discovering the beauty in those around them for fear of losing them in the end. But that is a risk we should take. That is what life is about. Not everything is perfect. But that’s why it’s so beautiful.
(via theheartplace)
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Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
– Alan Watts (via neil-gaiman)(via neil-gaiman)
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I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey. I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and as an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of people who talk too much. I will love you as a cufflink loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punchbowl. I will love you as the taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock.
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At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you’ll have left.
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Lately, I feel nothing but uncertainty deep inside. I don’t know where my life is going, I sure don’t have a single idea of how my future is going to look like and I don’t see the point in planning all of this. Changes, those are the reasons I’m living every day like it’s my last one. And I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I guess that’s okay, because I’m about to figure it out.
(via theheartplace)
