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Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
by Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter Geraldine (via showslow)
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.
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A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
by from Zen Shin Talks (via serymn)

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I learned that people can easily forget that others are human.
by "Prisoner" from the Stanford Prison Experiment (1971)

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Do you miss me?
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Everyone should smile. Life really isn’t that serious. We make it hard. The sun rises. The sun sets. We just tend to complicate the process.
by Arian Foster (via awakenedvibrations)

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When this all started
will never matter, only
that it will not end.
by Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
by Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via larmoyante)

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