My mother taught me this trick: if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning, for example homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework, see? Nothing. Our existence she said is the same way. You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why.

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There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

— Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via kushandwizdom)
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Eventually all things fall into place. Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moments, and know everything happens for a reason.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via kushandwizdom)
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