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Greatest Loves

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I am realizing that I am hard to keep up with.

I speak in sarcasm. I expect people to keep up with me, not to be insulted but to roll with the humor and give it back. I have high expectations. I want you to make me laugh, but I also want kindness and genuine emotion. I expect people to be as passionate about things as I am, whether it be in love or in life. I move quickly through life, preferring to be busy always, throwing my whole self into things.

But I have no intention of slowing down.

There are people in this life who will speed up their pace to keep up with you.

There are people who will let you walk away without trying to catch you.

And there are people who already move as fast as you, who match your pace naturally.

Match me.

That’s what I ask for in my relationships.

catch me if you can - A.S (via narcol-ptic)

(via narcol-ptic)

Filed under about me be my person

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Did you know I always thought you were braver than me? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so afraid? It wasn’t that I only loved some of you. But I wondered if you could ever love more than some of me.

I knew I’d miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all. I know young people look at me and think my youth seems so far away, but it’s all around me, and you’re all around me. Tiger Lily, do you think magic exists if it can be explained? I can explain why I loved you, I can explain the theory of evolution that tells me why mermaids live in Neverland and nowhere else. But it still feels magic.

The lost boys all stood at our wedding. Does it seem odd to you that they could have stood at a wedding that wasn’t yours and mine? It does to me. and I’m sorry for it, and for a lot, and I also wouldn’t change it.

It is so quiet here. Even with all the trains and the streets and the people. It’s nothing like the jungle. The boys have grown. Everything has grown. Do you think you will ever grow? I hope not. I like to think that even if I change and fade away, some other people won’t.

I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me - of all the particles that will spread everywhere - will float all the way to Neverland, and be part of a flower or something like that, like that poet said, the one that your Tik Tok loved. I like to think that nothing’s final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don’t, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I’ll see you sometime again, even if it’s not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. I wouldn’t be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy. Even for you and Tik Tok. and for you and me.

Your Peter

P.S. Please give my love to Tink. She was always such a funny little bug.

Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily (via hqlines)

Filed under oh god i'm crying lit peter pan tiger lily

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No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.
Erin Bow (via observando)

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I can’t make you any promises.” she said. “I
don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow. You deserve
better than this. You deserve someone who can
give you something permanent.”

“I don’t care, none of that matters a bit. Don’t
you understand? I’d choose 5 minutes with
you,” I replied, “Over a lifetime with anyone
Beau Taplin || 5  M i n u t e s (via afadthatlastsforever)

Filed under outlaw queen anyone?

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"What are you going to do?" // "Something drastic."

She held Snow’s heart in her hands and used it to save a life instead of destroying the woman she hated for so long. She held the heart of a woman who was standing in the way of her happy ending, and she chose to protect it without ever once seeming tempted to crush it [x]

(Source: -emmaaa, via someonethatiamnot)