There Is No Spoon!

I am a lover, not a fighter. Unless you are someone I love, then I will fight for you, until the death.

What doesn’t kill you
leaves scars
ruins your lungs
dries out all your tears
leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning
wishing you weren’t alive.

—C.C (via psych-facts)

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Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. …We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow.

Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship

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Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.

—Buddha (via wordsnquotes)

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Do not come near me unless you are prepared for the kind of love that leaves notches on your bones. I have no interest in being your experiment in seduction, your untouched muse, your unfinished business or your bucket list fuck.

herliege:

Tired, but never too tired to reach out, to seek a touch, to cross air in search of the tiniest movement. Tired perhaps of everything that stands in between the tips of my fingers and you, the space between skin and skin, the brush of surface, of fingerprint on goosebump.
Tired of waiting for the space between my hand and your skin, your essence, to be removed, tired of waiting to feel your pulse, where my fingers and your heat meet and mingle, where grasp begets groan and pinch seduces and waits for a moan, where fingers, my fingers hold you on the edge, the ledge before falling until you do and I start over again. Tired but never tired of showing you exactly how this is done, my way.
Tired perhaps, but never tired of touching you.
(c) M. / Her Liege
notjustcookies:

'Tired' by photographer Weichuan Liu.

herliege:

Tired, but never too tired to reach out, to seek a touch, to cross air in search of the tiniest movement. Tired perhaps of everything that stands in between the tips of my fingers and you, the space between skin and skin, the brush of surface, of fingerprint on goosebump.

Tired of waiting for the space between my hand and your skin, your essence, to be removed, tired of waiting to feel your pulse, where my fingers and your heat meet and mingle, where grasp begets groan and pinch seduces and waits for a moan, where fingers, my fingers hold you on the edge, the ledge before falling until you do and I start over again. Tired but never tired of showing you exactly how this is done, my way.

Tired perhaps, but never tired of touching you.

(c) M. / Her Liege

notjustcookies:

'Tired' by photographer Weichuan Liu.

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Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.

— Pema Chödrön (via purplebuddhaproject)

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