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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.

"I think that’s just it. The fearlessness of falling in love for the very first time, the boundless trust you deal out, the ideals of happy ever after. I think you only experience all that once. Thereafter, you’re careful. You fear rejection, trust comes so much harder and happy ever after becomes only something you can hope for. I don’t ask to be your first love, how could I fight fate or time or circumstance. But what I ask is in spite of being careful, in me you find it in you to be fearless, trusting, and in me you find your happy ever after."

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Your Daily Love Quotes (via psych-facts)

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect."

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Anaïs Nin (via feellng)

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"You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free."

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Thich Nhat Hanh (via katiescarlettspeaks)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Bought an old, used copy of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being — it’s inscribed and full of underlined passages; how could anyone get rid of this?

(Source: victoriajoan)

I like this better than the original, and nearly as much as the live version.

Hit play & loop.

Huddled in the dark confines of my bed.
What I would give to make this migraine go away. THE THINGS I WOULD GIVE.

Oh, and a cuddle or two. But let’s not get too greedy. Hnnnggh.

"She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other."

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Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting (1997)

"You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to."

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Robin Williams, Good Will Hunting (1997)

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bookshelfbelle:

"Control yourself," whispers the conscience.

"Stop," whispers the wallet.

"Shut up, we’re in a bookstore," whispers the heart.

Story of my life.

"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"

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Dead Poets Society (via langleav)

What love has taught me

I have not written a note in a while. Call me jaded, but I had lost touch with my romantic side. I felt undeserving of any semblance of romance in my life. I lacked a muse. I was disappointed with my lack of direction. I had writer’s block. For any number of reasons, I struggled with dissecting the jumble of emotions floating around in my head and my heart.

A recent discussion prompted me to think about all my past relationships and how they’ve shaped me, for better or for worse, and how each person I’ve shared my heart with could and would forever change the trajectory of my life and the person I have grown to be. I don’t regret any of my relationships. I regret some of the choices I’ve made that have led to people getting hurt, but I don’t regret any relationships outright. No matter the heartache, at some point everything I did was exactly what I wanted. Of course, hindsight tends to shift things into perspective a little better, and I’m sure I could have done without the collateral damage.

I have been broken and mended and shattered and stitched back together again. I love greatly, and I have loved often. My heart is a mosaic of romantic nostalgia from boys who believed, at some point, that I was worthy of a piece of their own heart. I am humbled and grateful, as each has taught me more about myself than I ever could have learned on my own.

I have learned that you cannot love a person’s potential any more than you can enter a relationship hoping to change them.

I have learned that a strong foundation of friendship is an integral part of a healthy and successful relationship.

I have learned that sexual chemistry is just as important as emotional compatability and that neither is any more or less important than the other.

I have learned that ethical differences are a dealbreaker; never compromise on your values, for they are the cornerstones of who you are.

I have learned that loving a person means carrying both their happiness and their grief in your heart.

I have learned that lust is just as intoxicating as love, and twice as dangerous. Grown women can be just as susceptible as high schoolers.

I have learned that laughter fixes most ailments, but not all. But you’d be surprised at how far it can carry you.

I have learned that not all love is romantic love, and that no matter how hard you try, you cannot ‘bend the pieces til they fit, like they were made for it.’

I have learned to ‘trust love one more time, and always one more time.’

But above all, I have learned that I am flawed. I have learned that some mistakes are irreversible, but not irredeemable. I seek not forgiveness from others, but for understanding. I am forever grateful to those who have stuck by me, through all my blunders and stumbles, and told me time and again that I was still a good person worthy of love, even when I felt least deserving.

I thought that I had it all figured out. At 27, I thought I knew what I wanted. I was wrong. There is always room to be surprised. There’s always room to learn. Life has a funny way of shaking your world apart, just when you think the pieces are falling together, and it’s not until you walk away from it all that you realize you were looking at everything upside-down in the first place.

"I don’t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, ‘Well, if I’d known better I’d have done better,’ that’s all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, ‘I’m sorry,’ and then you say to yourself, ‘I’m sorry.’ If we all hold on to the mistake, we can’t see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can’t see what we’re capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is one’s own self."
- Maya Angelou

"

1. Your skin may never be perfect, and that’s okay.

2. Life is too short not to have the underwear, the coffee, and the haircut you want.

3. Everyone (including your family, your coworkers, and your best friend) will talk about you behind your back, and you’ll talk about them too. It doesn’t mean you don’t love each other.

4. It’s okay to spend money on things that make you happy.

5. Sometimes without fault or reason, relationships deteriorate. It will happen when you’re six, it will happen when you’re sixty. That’s life.

"

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Five things I am trying very hard to accept (via aumoe)

"I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight."

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Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell (via ahhhmayzing)

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fuckyeah-nerdery:

Roseanne, Nightmare on Oak Street.

This episode aired in 1989 and it still hasn’t gotten through a lot of people’s skulls.

A message I want to convey to my daughter someday.

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"In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it."

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Mitch Albom, Five People You Meet In Heaven (via seabois)