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 When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, God, and God alone, can fulfill us. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.— Tom Robbins (my own variation) |
1 week ago @ 4:04pm |
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| Life is too short to be with someone who isn’t quite right, someone who makes you think more than they make you feel. — ? |
1 week ago @ 11:03am |
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| She won’t call you, you have to call her. She won’t come talk to you, you should go talk to her. She’s not going to let you act stupid and pretend she likes it. You should just be around her. When you’re with a group of friends, she isn’t going to run into your arms no matter how much she wants to. You need to come up behind her and wrap your arms around her, and let her friends get jealous. She loves you more than you can imagine, no matter how much she doesn’t show it. But you boy, you need to show her how much you love her. So she isn’t afraid to show it back. |
1 week ago @ 6:01am |
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| I figured, I miss you. Not that I miss having you love me, or me loving you back. Nor do I miss the way you make me feel or who I am around you. No, I don’t miss any of that anymore. I used to, and that’s all I missed before, maybe that’s why I was so miserable. But right now, I just miss you. Miss you being around, miss you for being you, regardless of who we are to each other, it probably wouldn’t matter. I just miss you, and suddenly, it isn’t all that miserable anymore. Sometimes a little bittersweet, sometimes it makes it a little hard to breathe, but all in all, it’s better than before. Missing you, is so much easier than missing everything we had and everything you made me feel. |
1 week ago @ 7:36pm |
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Random FactMore people are afraid of open spaces (kenophobia) than of tight spaces (claustrophobia). |
1 week ago @ 4:33pm |
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| Does it break my heart? Of course. Every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of. I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent. Everything changed, and that distance wedged itself between me and my happiness. It wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings. It was me and my thinking, the cancer of never letting go. Is ignorance bliss? I don’t know, but it’s also painful to think. And tell me, what did thinking ever do for me? To what place did thinking ever bring me? I think and I think and I think. I’ve thought myself out of happiness a million times, but never once into it I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice. I’m mad for always apologizing for things I didn’t do. I’m mad for getting attached. I’m mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. I’m mad for thinking about you, and most of all for not hating you when I should. |
1 week ago @ 4:30pm |
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Random FactYou probably know (or are) a couch potato, but may not know that the term is the legal property of Robert Armstrong, who trademarked it in 1976. |
1 week ago @ 11:28am |
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| I don’t know why we all hang on to something we know we’re better off letting go. It’s like we’re scared to lose what we really don’t even have. Some of us say we’d rather have something than nothing at all, but the truth is, to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all. |
1 week ago @ 6:27am |
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