outside || comfort zone
'cause life won't wait for you to experience it.
11/24/11 @ 15:35
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I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via kari-shma)

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07/25/11 @ 4:56
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i wish i could tell you how i really feel about you. but that would just scare you away, and youre too important to me to lose as a friend. so i guess i’ll just have to live with this hurt until you realize you love me too or until i can finally move on.

Us. Now…

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blech!

blech!

iimono:

japanese cat friendly house

future house.
ps. it also must have clear tubes to serve as pet hamster/rodent highway. evil!

iimono:

japanese cat friendly house

future house.

ps. it also must have clear tubes to serve as pet hamster/rodent highway. evil!

07/30/10 @ 0:32
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I’m sorry for a lot of things, but most of all that I never got the chance to tell you that, no matter what happens next, I’ll never be anything but grateful for every moment I spent with you. And even though I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say was thank you.
The Land of Women (via kari-shma)
07/30/10 @ 0:32
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kidaokagee:

“By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river –– leaves, insects, the feathers of birds ––is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget. By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until –– far from my heart and sight –– all of them merge with the sea. May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists, and the paths we walked together. I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams –– the dreams that will never come true. I remember my “magic moment” –– that instant when a “yes” or a “no” can change one’s life forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him. I am writing this story on the bank of the River Piedra. My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop. “Seek to live. Remembrance is for the old,” he said. Perhaps love makes us old before our time –– or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments? That is why I write –– to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when I finish telling myself the story, I cam toss it into the Piedra. That’s what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do. Only then –– in the words of one of the saints –– will the water extinguish what flames have written. All love stories are the same.” 
— Paulo Coelho

kidaokagee:

“By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river –– leaves, insects, the feathers of birds ––is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget. 

By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until –– far from my heart and sight –– all of them merge with the sea. 

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists, and the paths we walked together. 

I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams –– the dreams that will never come true. 

I remember my “magic moment” –– that instant when a “yes” or a “no” can change one’s life forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him. 

I am writing this story on the bank of the River Piedra. My hands are freezing, my legs are numb, and every minute I want to stop. 

“Seek to live. Remembrance is for the old,” he said. 

Perhaps love makes us old before our time –– or young, if youth has passed. But how can I not recall those moments? That is why I write –– to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance. So that when I finish telling myself the story, I cam toss it into the Piedra. That’s what the woman who has given me shelter told me to do. Only then –– in the words of one of the saints –– will the water extinguish what flames have written. 

All love stories are the same.” 


— Paulo Coelho

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brill!

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brill!

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04/06/10 @ 18:54
tags: random. text.
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random thought:

i should post more on tumblr, i missed being online. now browsing through some old photographs.

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