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escape velocity: the minimum velocity needed to escape a gravitational field.

//Sarcastic and capricious thrill-seeker with a penchant for written prose. I'm a sucker for nice smiles, old souls & quick wit.

You have no idea how much the way you act affects me, affects us.

You are my idol, my rock. You have taught me, shaped me, guided me.

Everything I am, I owe to you. And no matter what happens, I will always love you.

But for all your strength, for all the power your wield over us..the cracks are starting to show. And I know you have fought to patch it up with everything you have. I know you have sacrificed more than any of us will ever know. I know that you are trying your hardest to be everything to everyone. I know that I am far from supportive. 

I feel terrible for pointing out your flaws. It isn’t my intent to point out the chinks in your armour that you have fought so diligently to keep together. It is not my place to criticize, and I am not trying to. I just simply don’t know how to fix this, fix us. It’s like watching a fire consume all that stands in its place. Nothing in left untouched. 

I love you. I miss the way things used to be. I know things were broken long before the cracks started to show. I’m just trying to keep us together for as long as I can. Admittedly, I am not doing enough. Probably because I have no idea what I can or am supposed to do.

I may be all grown up, but so much of how I view love is coloured by the relationships I see on a daily basis — namely, yours. All I see is animosity, frustration, anger, wilful ignorance, passiveness, carelessness. I hate that the archetype from which I’m supposed to learn is a lesson in what not to do.  

But at the end of the day, I guess I still feel like a child, hoping that her parents will get over their petty fight and go back to sleeping in the same bed. I keep thinking that things will fix themselves. I try to play advocate for Linh because she’s too young to know any better. But it isn’t my place to fix your marriage..is it? Even if I am old enough to understand that you’re fighting…I don’t know how to fix it. I just want my family back. It’s as simple and as complicated as that. 

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Story of my life.

(Source: failturd)

"But most hearts say, I want, I want, I want, I want. My heart is more duplicitous, though no twin as I once thought. It says, I want, I don’t want, I want, and then a pause."

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Margaret Atwood, “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart,” from Two-Headed Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

"There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise."

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Emery Allen (via fleurlungs)

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I hope we all find that person

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who looks at us


the way Kristen Bell


looks at sloths.

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relationship status: slept with laundry I was too lazy to fold


"Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time."

Maya Angelou

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Daniel Radcliffe, on the time he spends in bookshops during his time off. — The South Bank Show. (x)

"Whenever you’re going through a bad day just remember, your track record for getting through bad days, so far, is 100%; and that’s pretty damn good."

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My amazing friend (via pain-is-temporary-keep-fighting)

Grumpy Lisa needed this reminder. Shit work day. No climbing. Shitty mood. WEEKEND, ARE YOU HERE YET?

(Source: )

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Table Topography: Wood Furniture Embedded with Glass Rivers and Lakes by Greg Klassen

"We become aware of the void as we fill it."

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Antonio Porchia (via quotes-shape-us)

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"Do you know what really turns me on? What I find incredibly sexy? Kindness."

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Michael Faudet (via creatingaquietmind)

Strangers, again.

I saw you, and for a moment, the world stopped.

How many times did I replay this moment in my head?

All the words I wanted to say, all the feelings I’ve bottled up and shelved…all the nights I spent, wishing you would call. And here you are, not more than three feet in front of me. 

You called out to me. How many times have you uttered my name? How many times have I looked at you, fallen asleep next to you, kissed you good morning? And yet here we stand, exchanging pleasantries about the weather and trying to catch up on all the things we’ve missed in the last four months. 

I’m starting to forget, you know. I forget how you take your coffee, or what your ringtone is. I forget the smell of your cologne and the way your lips taste after you take your first sip of coffee. I had almost forgotten the sound of your voice. 

I was awkward, as usual. You called me out on it. Guilty. But small talk is for people who don’t know each other. It’s for people who have nothing to say.

But I knew you. I loved you. I woke up next to you more nights than I can even count. How many nights have we stayed up til the sun came out, pouring our hearts out to one another? And here I was, finally standing in front of you, with nothing but an empty heart and hollow words.

I had expected to be overwhelmed with emotion. The Lisa from three months ago would have thrown herself at your feet, begging for forgiveness. 

But I have grown. I have come to terms with the fact that we’re over. I am not the same person you fell in love with. And you are no longer the person I know. And yet, seeing you reminded me of how much of a gaping hole I still have in my heart, even if it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. I’m sad that I lost a beautiful friendship, even when the relationship failed. I’m disappointed that all we have left to show of a great love is a mediocre conversation outside of a supermarket.

Funny how time and distance change people. A year ago, we were just coming back from a whirlwind 20-day trip to Italy and Greece. I never would have imagined that, a year later, a chance meeting on the street would be all we’d have left of one another in our lives.

I should have hugged you good-bye. 

But strangers don’t hug, do they? 


"What do you think will happen if we don’t end up together? Are we going to hate each other? Do you think we’ll keep in touch?"

"I think that if life separates us and we end up in totally different places, we’ll always remember when our paths aligned for this period of time. And I’ll be thankful of that and hope that wherever you are, you’ll be thankful too. And I think that’s the best we can wish for."
- Strangers, Again; Wong Fu Productions


Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

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Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before