Life as a daydream

❝ It's a story looking for a meaning, with way too many endings, and not enough beginnings.❞
Guests Are Daydreaming

you sigh into the silence between us; a storm of indecision cool enough to smoke.
— Jane Edwards (via beryl-azure)

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The paradox: vulnerability is the last thing I want you to see in me and the first thing I look for in you.
— Brene Brown (via earlyfrost)

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I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbound set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Water than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

John Green The Fault in Our Stars (via epicjohngreenquotes)

(Nick don’t read this bc its gonna ruin the book for you! haha)

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To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but what he aspires to.
— Khalil Gibran (via lucykuo)

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To all the girls who are in a hurry to have a boyfriend or get married, a piece of Biblical advice: “Ruth patiently waited for her mate Boaz.” While you are waiting on YOUR Boaz, don’t settle for any of his relatives: Broke-az, Po-az, Lyin-az, Cheatin-az, Dumb-az, Drunk-az, Cheap-az, Lockedup-az, Goodfornothing-az, Lazy-az and especially his third cousin Beatinyou-az. Wait on your Boaz and make sure he respects Yo-az.

rob andrews via fb (via kiyokochan)

OUT OF CONTROL

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If you are not failing now and again, it’s a sign you’re playing it safe.
I woke up thinking a very pleasant thought. There is lots left in the world to read.
— Nicholson Baker, “The Anthologist”, p. 79 (via ramblingandmeandering)

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Suddenly I had this feeling, this absolute certainty, that I was never going to be able to let him go. It was as simple and as hard as that. I had clung to him like a barnacle all these years, and now I couldn’t cut away. It was my own fault, really.
— Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer (via simply-quotes)
Detachment from worldly desires is not that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you.
— Imam Ali (via manicfest)

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So sentimental, not sentimental no. Romantic not disgusting yet.
— Phoenix
Looking back on what I said all those years ago, all the hopes and dreams I had, I’ve come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I’m a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. And recognize that every day won’t be sunny, and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it’s only in the black of night you see the stars. And those stars will lead you back home. So don’t be afraid to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, cause most of the time, the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wish for. Maybe you’ll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you. The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.”
— One Tree Hill (via safiaiskandar)

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To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.
— Charles Caleb Colton  (via apeaceofmyheart)

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One day, you realise that there are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
— I Wrote This For You, The Age At Which It Happens (via juneandafter)

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This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated  (via aneuromess)

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Now is life very solid or very shifting? I am haunted by the two contradictions. This has gone on for ever; will last for ever; goes down to the bottom of the world—this moment I stand on.
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 4 January 1929 (via llibre)

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