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Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.
Jim Morrison (via psych-facts)
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If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you’ve made, if they don’t realize that you are not your mistakes, then they have to go.
Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you’ve made, if they don’t realize that you are not your mistakes, then they have to go.
Steve Maraboli (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
When you really love someone, you must accept their part of mystery. And that’s why you love them.
I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.
Rachel Hartman, Seraphina  (via cromwyll)
Then I felt that every inflection of my voice, every word in my mouth, was a lie, a play whose sole purpose was to cover emptiness and boredom. There was only one way I could avoid a state of despair and a breakdown. To be silent. And to reach behind the silence for clarity or at least try to collect the resources that might still be available to me.
Persona (1966) dir. by Ingmar Bergman (via c-ovet)
Remember the night at the diner; all long conversations between empty plates and cups, all hushed tones about the aches of sleeping alone. And the next day, under the light of rainy mornings we touch each other with fingers stained with anger, and you find your way inside each piece of me until your love has swallowed me whole.

But I go home alone each night, and each day I wake up with the same ache in my chest; my bones splinter under the pressure of being alone. All of my windows are shut and my doors are locked; and its days like these where you’re closer than I think, days like this when it’s much clearer to me that I want you more than I’ll admit. It’s fall outside, and the house is quiet; you’re always out of reach lately; you say you love me like it makes me whole, like it closes the gaps; like I won’t fall asleep alone.
being in love and sleeping alone. (jl)

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To help humanize the overwhelming statistics, Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer and senior staff photographer at Getty Images, John Moore, visited an Ebola treatment center of the organization, Doctors Without Borders in Paynesville, Liberia. At the treatment center, survivors spoke about the brothers, sisters, husbands and wives they lost due to the disease. They also spoke of recovery, stigmas they continue to face in their villages and renewed hope.

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