There Comes A Point Where You Just Love Someone. Not Because They're Good, Or Bad, Or Anything Really.

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

'Anita Blake: Incubus Dreams' by Laurell K. Hamilton 

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12 years ago

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky


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12 years ago

All those people who are chained here thinking that their reputations matter and this little shit matters are so freaking shortsighted. Dude, what matters is that you're happy. What matters is your future. What matters is that we get out of here in one piece. What matters is finding the truth of our own lives, not caring about what other people think is the truth of us.

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10 years ago

The happening and telling are very different things. This doesn’t mean that the story isn’t true, only that I honestly don’t know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it. Language does this to our memories, simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

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Danielle Binks

"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth." 

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