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Michael Alone

(Source: foresteyed)

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.




We exchanged our least favorite word, mine ‘moist’, and yours ‘almost’. And when I asked you why, you said it was because ‘almost’ hailed failed potential, that it represented our ability to be just not good enough, that we had come to the brink of something beautiful… but fell short so many times we crafted a word for it.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

(Source: tyechathoughts)

If you don’t risk anything, you risk even more. -Erica Jong