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Some people believe that to find happiness, you should live each day of your life as if it’s your last because that way you will appreciate every single moment you have. Other people believe that you should live each day as if it’s your first because then every day can be the beginning of a new journey.
Ellen DeGeneres
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Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
Dalai Lama
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I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.
David Lynch (via quotemadness)
I’m going to take care of you now, alright? I promise.
Skins
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No. No, I don’t believe you’d betray me with her. I don’t believe you’d cheat on me. But I’m afraid, and I’m sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.
J.D. Robb, Innocent in Death
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You forget what it was like. You’d swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away.
Tana French (via quotemadness)
Don’t fall in love with the moment and think you’re in love with the girl.
Matt Healy (via quotemadness)
I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.