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“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.” - Virgina Satir

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More Space for whatever

she pours a daydream in a cup.
a spoon of sugar sweetens it up.

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My brilliance as a schoolgirl rebel debutante would stun you.

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Maybe on the dance floor I always try to lead the salsa.

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I honestly couldn't care less if you like the same bands or you've read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees that I've never heard before and I'm yours.

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Following

8 November 09

Reblogged: fuckyeahqaf

Posted: 6:10 AM
I have been thinking… what if there is a person who has a parallel life to mine? What if we go through the same things but we just don’t know about each other? What if we are reading the same book simultaneously and use the same toothpaste, drink the same brand of coffee, and order the same kind of sushi? What if we laugh at the same stupid stuff, and share the same pet peeves? Imagine what if we were born in the same year, in the same month, and on the same day? What if he too forgot his umbrella at home today, and it is pouring where he lives like it is pouring here? What if we are soul mates, it’s just that we will never meet? But parallel lines do meet conceptually in infinity, and maybe as I am thinking this, he is thinking about me, and our minds meet, conceptually, in infinity, breaking free from our bodies.
— by: Glory Szabo (via quote-book)

Reblogged: quote-book

Posted: 6:10 AM
Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present, and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.
— Audrey Hepburn (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

Reblogged: quote-book

Posted: 6:10 AM
I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls.
— Audrey Hepburn (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)

Reblogged: quote-book

Posted: 6:10 AM
overflowing:

Miss Harlow face! 9 months old and sooo big :)

your pups are seriously the cutest things ever! I love it when pics of them pop up on my Dashboard. Makes my day! :D

overflowing:

Miss Harlow face! 9 months old and sooo big :)

your pups are seriously the cutest things ever! I love it when pics of them pop up on my Dashboard. Makes my day! :D

Reblogged: overflowing

Posted: 6:10 AM
I finally understood what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
— John, Dear John (via quote-book)

Reblogged: quote-book

7 November 09
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it
opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside
you and mess you up. You build up these defenses,
you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can
hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any
other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.
You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it.
They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or
smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own any more.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out
and leaves you crying in the darkness, working its
way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
not just in the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a body hurt, a
real gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.

-Neil Gaiman

via (runawayscene)

(via quote-book)

Reblogged: quote-book

Posted: 5:42 AM

Reblogged: nerviosismo

6 November 09

Reblogged: black-and-white

Posted: 7:15 PM
black-and-white:

{Future Teller} (via espressoDOM)

black-and-white:

{Future Teller} (via espressoDOM)

Reblogged: black-and-white

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh