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Okay this is a better comparison. Picture on the right 130 lbs. Picture on the left 130 lbs. The scale doesn’t matter.

scale doesn’t matter.

I just tossed mine in the spare room. life is so much better.

I need to remember this more often.

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The Greedy Writer

Her real problem was that she wanted to live too much. She got greedy after she grew up and realized that everybody lived differently. When she saw the astronauts climbing stars; dancers on their tiptoes full of grace; a faithful couple raising a newborn; a lonely woman with power and one cat; a homeless man who begged for change… She wanted to climb into their shoes and understand what it was like to be each of these people, vastly different but somehow still invariably human. As a child, she resented the fact that she couldn’t try on lives to see which fit her best. Some people didn’t want to live in any way, but here she was hopelessly trying to be everything and everyone all at once. It was bizarre to her that people ended their lives so effortlessly when there was so much of it to go around. She wondered if it would ever be possible to collect souls and savor every life either complete or wasted.

She became a writer, which was the closest thing to a soul collector that she could think of. Every life she had ever imagined was compacted into stories, poems, and words that would long after become faded ink. Imagination was the most powerful thing she could ever own because it allowed her to become all of these people in the short span of only one lifetime. The astronaut climbing the stars was a dreamer who spent little time with his feet on the ground. The dancer on her tiptoes was a perfectionist who slaved hours over a simple move in hopes that one day… The couple had loved each other for a long time but knew the lonely woman and felt sorry that she never came to know the unconditional love of another human being. The man who begged for change once had it all and lost it on a deal with the devil himself. The writer? She learned that you didn’t have to live every life to climb into another person’s shoes and try to understand them.

When I Used to Listen to Sad Songs

I used to listen to them intently,

Savoring the meaning and the pain of feeling

I sulked in my misery 

Instead of simply letting myself be free

There was only so much hurt

One person could handle on her own.

Now I look at myself

And I don’t hate what I see.

I don’t love it either.

But I’m not on the edge of a desperate cliff

Wondering why nobody is coming to save me. 

I saved me from myself instead

From my own contrived distress.

And now I when I listen to sad songs

I do not feel sorry, or anything really.

I merely feel understanding and nostalgia;

Perhaps even a bit of resentment

Because they robbed me of so many nights.

Sadness is romantic only for fools who do not understand it. 

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boycanitellyouawonderfulthing:

Angelina Jolie photographed by Brad Pitt

I love photos taken by the subject’s spouse/significant other. You just see the love in it, like “this is what I see. this is what I notice. this is what I stare at when I’m thinking about how much I love you.”

She’s so stunning. 

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"Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what I think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount."

Haruki Murakami (via georgiangentility)

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It is a serious struggle.

(via youvegotyourclawsinme)

"

I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had no
time for bad things
because she so carefully
curled herself
against them.

You were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost

again.

"

Unknown (via bornreadygeneration)

(via brandonabell)

"

To the man standing on the corner holding a sign that said “God hates gays,”
I bet your God would have made Eve without a mouth and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine that she will never ever ever be pretty enough to be in.

Sooner or later, you will realize that you are praying to your own shadow. That you are standing in front of mirrors and worshipping your own reflection.

Your God stole my God’s identity and I bet he’s been buying pieces of Heaven on eBay. The next time you bend your knees, the next time you bow your head, I want you to tell your God… that my God is looking for him.

"

Rudy Francisco, Your God Isn’t Mine (via coffeeurlgirl)

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i’m the girl in the back

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