Expectations is the root of all heartache.
cornersoftheworld:

Mount Hood, Oregon | by Howard Snyder

cornersoftheworld:

Mount Hood, Oregon | by Howard Snyder

oh-haroo:

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oh-haroo:

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We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

Let our scars fall in love.

- Galway Kinnell (via observando)

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ata-raxie:

Durmitor National Park, Montenegro (by Milica Stefanovic)

ata-raxie:

Durmitor National Park, Montenegro (by Milica Stefanovic)

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I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.
- Ernest Hemingway, from Winner Take Nothing (via violentwavesofemotion)

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anotic:

Skógafoss, South Iceland  |  sigmund jähn
Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.
- Platonov, AndreiHappy Moscow. (via wordsnquotes)

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I’m not expecting anything too dramatic. There will be no impassioned speeches, no falling into arms, no long, seminal kisses in the hallway while the gathered students cheer. But maybe seeing me will remind her that there was something nice about what we were just starting to have, something easy and real, and seeing her will fill me with the fortitude to try to see her again. Maybe we’ll exchange a look, or a laugh, something that will cause the ground beneath us to shift just enough to make me feel okay about leaving her a message the next time I go to the movies alone. And maybe something in my eyes, or in my voice, will let her know that it would be okay for her to come, that I’m a better bet now than I was then. At this point in my life, I’m not looking for any happy endings. I’m just looking to get things started.
- Jonathan Tropper (via blackbootsandanklesocks)

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vanillaa-sunshine:

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vanillaa-sunshine:

♡♡ active jungle blog ♡♡

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blue-w-a-t-e-r-s:

o c e a n     b l o g

blue-w-a-t-e-r-s:

o c e a n     b l o g

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I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
- Shana Abé  (via weaverofstars)wan (via 5000letters)

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The tide was beginning to crawl in again: unpredictable tide that rose now and then from somewhere beyond the farthest point of ebb and swung them off the treacherous flats they stood on. She felt it start to lift her, stinging and cleansing the raw abscess in her breast. Hold on, she told herself, soon we shall be afloat, we shall have drawn one another in.
- Rosamond Lehmann, The Echoing Grove (via sketchofthepast)

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This isn’t the real me, yet it is. There’s different versions of me, and they’re all the real me. And you know what? That kills me. It’s too confusing. I’m not one person. I’ve got a twenty-something body, eight-year old heart, eighteen-year old mind, and eighty-year old soul.
- All Cowboys Need Pretty Girls (via octobermoe)

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