Conspiracy, Mystery, the air she breathes

I dream. Sometimes, I think that's the only right thing to do.

When my arms can’t reach people close to my heart, I always hug them with my prayers.

There is a certain level of maintenance required for every relationship, a moment here or there of simple pleasures and unspoken jokes that exist between people who miss each other. We have to remind each other — and ourselves — that distance is easily overcome these days, and that even a small effort can yield so much happiness and comfort. Just because the relationship is platonic doesn’t mean that it doesn’t need tending to every now and again, and we owe it to ourselves to maintain the beautiful things we started — even when we’re away for a while.

We often forget just how much relationships are built on the small, quiet moments between us: laughing and passing a bowl of popcorn over a movie, car rides together, the happy silence of two people who love each other enough to not have to make small talk when the food arrives. And when these moments are eroded, when simple geography keeps us from speaking this quiet, almost entirely unconscious language of love and friendship, it can make maintaining any kind of relationship an act of constant upkeep.

I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.

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Marc Jacobs (via wordsthat-speak)

Wow how I wish everyone understands this.

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The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask.

—Anne Morrow Lindbergh (via dailydoseofquotes)

(Source: word-digest, via multitasker)

Lines

Sometimes I wish there were clear lines in our lives. Like “that’s too much, don’t do that anymore” or “that’s too little, I don’t think you love me enough”, instead of ever changing and differing standards. A line, so I know where I stand and where I must be instead of second guessing myself all the time. A line, instead of a blur. That’s all I ask for.

Not

I guess I’m not ready to not be yours. To accept that it couldn’t have been, that it truly didn’t work out. That all the times we thought we loved each other it wasn’t true. I’m not ready to accept that. There, I’ve said it. The ball’s in your court now. Game on. 

OH GOODNESS. The number of times I wish I’d the guts to say this. 

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