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“Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.”
— chelsea fagan | how we let people go (via legitmermaid)
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the national // pink rabbits
you didn’t see me, i was falling apart
i was a television version of a person with a broken heart
(via awstennnn)
200 Motels, or How I Spent My Summer Vacation - Kristine DeBell by Helmut Newton for Playboy, August 1976
“I wanted to smoke Gauloises, drink black coffee and talk about absurdity and maquillage with wicked women and doomed young men… I wasn’t interested in happiness, I was looking for the Holy Grail.”
— Marianne Faithfull (via modestyblaises)
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“Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via mirroir)
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“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.”
— Hermann Hesse (via arpeggia)
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“As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.”
— Steve Maraboli (via thatkindofwoman)
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“In the summer before he died, sitting with him on his patio while he smoked cigarettes, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the hummingbirds around his house and was saddened that he could, and while he was taking his heavily medicated afternoon naps I was learning the birds of Ecuador for an upcoming trip, and I understood the difference between his unmanageable misery and my manageable discontent to be that I could escape myself in the joy of birds and he could not.”
—
Jonathan Franzen on David Foster Wallace
from his essay, Farther Away (2011)
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“That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write “fuck you” right under your nose.”
— Catcher in the rye by J.D. Salinger (via to-all-my-dreams-cheers)
(via anti-shave)
“Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.”
— chelsea fagan | how we let people go (via legitmermaid)
Goodbye
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