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i've been here far too long to understand things the way i used to
Chaque jour je m’aperçois du peu que j’ai et la profondeur de mon vide n’est égale qu’à la patience que je mets à le contempler. Il me semble pourtant que j’aime quelque chose.
— Gustave Flaubert , Lettre à Louise Colet (via feuille-d-automne)

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Spirited Away (2001)
I’m sitting here thinking of all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I’m sorry for that. I’ll always love you because we grew up together. You helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know, there will be a piece of you in me always. And I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you love. You’re my friend to the end.
Her (2013)

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When someone tells you, “I love you,” and then you feel, “Oh, I must be worthy after all,” that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, “I hate you,” and you think, “Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,” that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, “I love you,” he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, “I hate you,” she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.
— Adyashanti (via aurelle)

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Meghan Howland. Folly, 2013.

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