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It reached 100 degrees in Oregon! My nose got a little Tanner than my face :’(
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This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

-- Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via golden-notes)

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If someone cheats on you they do not love you, remember that. If someone cheats on you they do not care about you as much as they say they do. If someone cheats on you it means that for a split second you were off their mind long enough for them to put another person in arms that should only be for you. If someone cheats on you, dear god, I hope you don’t go back to them because you are worth so much more than that.

(via ohheyyitsbrenda)

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I miss you :(

So hard sleeping without having our night time talks

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To call it quits or to keep going.

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Every time I am attending mass anywhere, I’ve always seen those groups that stand in the way back or even outside of the church. Like why even bother going to church to attend mass when you don’t even participate. You are not attending mass just by being near church or where the mass is being held. Mass is not a time where you hang out with friends to take pictures and laugh. Be respectful. Every year, there is a freedom mass that takes place at the grotto, ever since I was little and until now, I’ve notice people standing near the gift shop or even down stairs just chilling. Like what the hell. This is god’s place and right now there is mass going on, be respectful and either actually attend and participate or leave the premises. I am so disappointed in those who can’t seem to understand the meaning of mass. There is always a time and place to hang out and chill but during mass is not the time. I see pictures being posted that say “Had a wonderful time at Hanh Huong with so and so”, it’s okay to take pictures before and after but during mass? Seriously? Yes Hanh huong is a place where people around the region and even world gather up but there is a specific time for chilling and hang out time, and a time where everyone gathers to pray and attend mass together. Those who are like this still call themselves Catholics, which maddens me on how uneducated many “Catholics” are.

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Sometimes a walk is all you need.

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Thank god I live on rocky butte, I can just walk and walk and walk

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You make me want to kill myself.

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You’ve never actually cared for me.

Go fuck yourself.

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I like it when you show that you care. That’s all I ever needed from you.
-- Unknown  (via dank-lust)

(Source: psych-facts, via dovelygoose)