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I didn’t really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I was supposed to be, and so, I’m on my way home
—Bob Dylan (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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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.
—Keep It to Yourself
Kacey Musgraves - “Keep It to Yourself”
One of my favorite albums so far this year is a country album. This is surprising, not because I’m one of those people who is all “ew country”, but because I haven’t really loved a country album since I was seven years old sitting shotgun in my father’s rental pickup truck. The themes explored throughout are nothing new for country music, but Musgraves has a way with the details. “Keep It to Yourself” is a plea for her ex to just leave her alone, and despite her empathy for his misery in the quiet moments (“it’s the drip of the sink / it’s the click of the clock”), she desperately wants him away so that those moments can feel less miserable, too.
What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with.
—Robert Brault (via ronenreblogs)
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I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.
—Vincent Van Gogh (via talkativolive)
(via sundryedtomatoes)
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go
—e.e. cummings, excerpt from let it go (via nobunnyluvsyou)
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I just really want something like this… even if it never works out… i want his muse to last forever.
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—02 Fool that am I
Second favorite song of all time.
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