Screw Me.

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I think it’s true that you might meet somebody in your life that you’ll never quite get over.
Maybe because it was your first love or your truest possibly.
But you’ll never really stop wondering what would have happened, if things had been different. Some of those memories keep haunting you, and you’ll still find yourself missing them at the most ridiculous times - ten years after you were over.
Maybe their favorite song suddenly starts playing on the radio, or your new love is asking about your past and you find yourself mentioning their name.
It doesn’t really hurt like it used to, it doesn’t mean you still haven’t moved on or you’re not able to love someone new. It simply means that they made too big of an impact on your life - taught you a lesson, maybe, or really helped shape you into who you are today - to just forget about them.
So it sometimes stings a little again, you feel this spark of disappointment knowing that they’ve probably never thought of you again.

It’s okay, I’ll live with your memory. (via morethanwords1996)

Reblogged from morethanwords

If you run, you are a runner. It doesn’t matter how fast or how far. It doesn’t matter if today is your first day or if you’ve been running for twenty years. There is no test to pass, no license to earn, no membership card to get. You just run.

John Bingham (via recreatemyownfate)

Reblogged from Re-Create My Own Fate

But you have no house and no courtyard in your no-house, he thought. You have no family but a brother who goes to battle tomorrow and you own nothing but the wind and the sun and an empty belly. The wind is small, he thought, and there is no sun. You have four grenades in your pocket but they are only good to throw away. You have a carbine on your back but it’s only good to give away bullets. You have a message to give away. And you’re full of crap that you can give to the earth, he grinned in the dark. You can anoint it also with urine. Everything you have is to give. Thou art a phenomenon of philosophy and an unfortunate man, he told himself and grinned again.

For Whom The Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway (via i-monalisa)

Reblogged from i, mona lisa

Actions create habits. We become brave, as Aristotle says, by doing brave acts. And, in the case of allowing other people to be tortured as the price of an illusory guarantee of our own personal survival, we become cowards by doing cowardly ones.

Rebecca Gordon, author of Mainstreaming Torture: Ethical Approaches in the Post-9/11 United States, discusses institutionalized state torture in 3:AM Magazine. (via oupacademic)

Make the most of every moment. Get excited about every little thing. Why not? Why not have your wonderful moment of excited anticipation? Why not be happy NOW? This is my greatest challenge, but something I’m pouring my heart into: learning how to enjoy what I have, right here, right now. Every moment is precious and although sometimes I struggle to see it, I see it more and more every day.

Bethenny Frankel (via observando)

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