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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

— This Is How You Lose Her || Junot Diaz   (via thatkindofwoman)

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“The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.”

— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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“A passionate woman is worth the chaos.”

— (via mrsclarkkent)

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heavenly father // bon iver

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Anniversary weekend in Paris was pure magic.

Snapshots. A summer of green places and lush blooms, clear water and cold gin.


This is my Greece | The island of Sifnos by the inspirational photographer Carla Coulson


This is my Greece | The island of Sifnos by the inspirational photographer Carla Coulson

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“I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.”

Glennon Doyle Melton’s Lessons from the Mental Hospital Ted Talk (via thatkindofwoman)

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This is nice.

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My mind is in America today (specifically, at my favorite bar)

“What’s your favorite thing about her?"
“She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly.”

— in humans of new york  (via thatkindofwoman)

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“Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?”

— Pablo Neruda (via sixambootycall)

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“It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.”

— Barbara Kingsolver (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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