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Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade  (via suspend)

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I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

Katya Polo

I hope one day you go out and get incredibly drunk. Without the intention to. I hope one innocent drink becomes one innocent buzz and then with a rash smirk of a decision you say “To hell with innocence!” and drink yourself into the darkness of the night. I hope you laugh. And I hope you laugh some more. And then I hope your vision becomes unparalleled to your laughter and you begin feeling your surroundings as they are, not judging them by what you see.

I hope you start missing the purity of sight and the ability to see straight–to think straight. And then I hope you take the wonderful drunken journey down to your memory and see me standing there. Holding out my hand to you. I hope you at least remember what I look like. You must have forgotten how I feel. So I hope as you see me, reaching out to touch you, you ache for that reminder. You ache to hold the hand of a girl who is present in thought alone. I hope you see me without desperation as you recognize your own. I hope you feel the weight of the memory pushing you away from me. You can’t feel me anymore.

And then I hope you feel a sudden warmth and for just a moment, you believe that that heat in your body was born from the short and sudden touch of my skin. And with a blink, the crude dimensions of reality consume your drunken haze. And you realize the heat you felt was simply the liquor in your chest. Drowning you. Consuming you.

I hope you see in that very moment the truth you harbor in your heart. I hope you start to miss my touch, I hope you start to miss my scent. I hope you close your eyes and try to reel me back in again, if just in thought. I hope the sounds and crowds continue to interrupt you. And you realize I’m gone. For the very first time, I hope you realize I’m gone.

I hope you finally feel my absence. I hope you finally feel the burn. I hope the liquor dancing in the pit of your stomach silences and shrugs in the presence of your thoughts of me. I hope you feel sick. I hope you feel overwhelmed. I hope you feel the ugly face of regret staring into your soul. Judging you. Consuming you. Consuming you entirely. Until you’re no longer aware of where you are, who you are, and how to be. I hope you forget it all and just remember me.

The following morning you’ll get along with your normal routines. You’ll cope with your business and your work and your life. But I just hope, so much that I pray, that for one moment and one moment alone, you think of me.

Bob Moorehead (via wordsnquotes)

(via wordsnquotes)

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,
wider Freeways,
but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more,
but have less,
we buy more,
but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and
smaller families,
more conveniences,
but less time.
We have more degrees
but less sense,
more knowledge,
but less judgment,
more experts,
yet more problems,
more medicine,
but less wellness.

We drink too much,
smoke too much,
spend too recklessly,
laugh too little,
drive too fast,
get too angry,
stay up too late,
get up too tired,
read too little,
watch TV too much,
and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions,
but reduced our values.
We talk too much,
love too seldom,
and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living,
but not a life.
We’ve added years to life not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things,
but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air,
but polluted the soul.
We’ve conquered the atom,
but not our prejudice.
We write more,
but learn less.
We plan more,
but accomplish less.
We’ve learned to rush,
but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,
big men and small character,
steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,
fancier houses,
but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips,
disposable diapers,
throwaway morality,
one night stands,
overweight bodies,
and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet,
to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window
and nothing in the stockroom.
A time when technology can bring this letter to you,
and a time when you can choose either to share
this insight, or to just hit delete…
to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks
up to you in awe,
because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
to give a warm hug to the one next to you,
because that is the only treasure you can give
with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say,
“I love you” to your partner and your loved ones,
but most of all mean it.
A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish
the moment for someday that person might
not be there again.
Give time to love,
give time to speak!
And give time to share
the precious thoughts in your mind.
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