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  • "

    What if this is all the love you ever get?
    You’d do a couple things so differently, I bet.
    What if this is all the love I ever know?
    I’d say the words that were so hard to say, don’t go.

    So you’ve fallen in love,
    So you’ve fallen apart.

    What if it hurts like hell?
    Then it’ll hurt like hell.
    Come on over, come on over here,
    I’m in the ruins too.
    I know the wreckage so well.
    Come on over, come on over here.

    What if this is all the love you ever get?
    You’d not worry so much about counting your regrets.
    What if this is all the love I’m ever shown?
    I’d not be so scared to run into the unknown.

    So you’ve fallen in love,
    So you’ve fallen apart.
    What if it hurts like hell?
    Then it’ll hurt like hell.
    Come on over, come on over here,
    I’m in the ruins too.
    I know the wreckage so well.
    Come on over, come on over here.

    "

  • #lyrics      #music      #snow patrol      #what if this is all the love you ever get?      #love      #marriage      #healing      




    December 19, 2018

    3 weeks ago





  • "

    I see it around me,
    I see it in everything,
    I could be so much more than this.

    I said my goodbyes,
    This is my sundown.
    I’m going to be so much more than this.

    With one hand high,
    You’ll show them your progress.
    You’ll take your time,
    But no one cares.
    No one cares.
    No one cares.

    "

  • #music      #lyrics      #jimmy eat world      #sundown      #healing      




    3 weeks ago





  • purplebuddhaproject:

    “I’m just pain covered with skin.”

    — John Steinbeck
    (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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  • December 17, 2018

    4 weeks ago





  • purplebuddhaquotes:

    “Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins.”

    — Anne Sexton

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  • 4 weeks ago





  • purplebuddhaproject:

    “Don’t despair, not even over the fact that you don’t despair. Just when everything seems over with, new forces come marching up, and precisely that means that you are alive. And if they don’t, then everything is over with here, once and for all.”

    Franz Kafka

    (via
    purplebuddhaquotes
    )

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  • 4 weeks ago





  • purplebuddhaquotes:

    “You have to die a few times first, till you can really live.”

    — Charles Bukowski 

    (Source: purplebuddhaquotes)




  • November 1, 2018

    2 months ago





  • Granted, I could probably negotiate a deal in my pajamas, but I’m a lot more dangerous in a pair of leather pants and boots that could hurt a fool.

    #GIRLBOSS


  • #GIRLBOSS      #sophia amoruso      #nasty gal      




    October 3, 2018

    3 months ago





  • "

    What hold this has on you,
    Heavy shoulder.
    Your feet tied to the floor.
    Your former self would
    Hate these fixtures.
    Of metal wire and wood.
    As you lay down in
    Stranger’s linen.

    The bluish scars you hide,
    Strings you never tied.
    Would you bend these bars?
    That hold you.
    Keep you from the peace,
    And stillness come.
    And lay your head,

    Beside a better burden.
    Until the heal has come.
    As you depart from,
    Short duration.

    And cut the bracelet off,
    The withered arm and
    Port of entry.
    The living for the numb.

    I would bend these bars,
    That hold you.
    Keep you from the peace,
    And stillness come.
    And lay your head,
    Beside a better burden.
    Until the heal has come.

    "

  • #music      #lyrics      #healing      #william fitzsimmons      




    September 12, 2018

    4 months ago





  • A flock of birds,

    Hovering above.

    Just a flock of birds.

    That’s how you think of love.


    And I always

    Look up to the sky,

    Pray before the dawn,

    ‘Cause they fly always.

    Sometimes they arrive.

    Sometimes they are gone.

    They fly on.


    A flock of birds,

    Hovering above.

    Into smoke I’m turned.

    And rise following them up.


    Still I always,

    Look up to the sky,

    Pray before the dawn.

    'Cause they fly away,

    One minute they arrive,

    Next you know they’re gone.


    They fly on,

    Fly on.

    So fly on,

    Ride through.

    Maybe one day I’ll fly next to you.


  • #music      #lyrics      #coldplay      #o      




    August 9, 2018

    5 months ago





  • purplebuddhaproject:

    “People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.”

    — William H. Woodwell Jr. 
    (via purplebuddhaquotes)

    (Source: purplebuddhaquotes)




  • August 5, 2018

    5 months ago





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