MRS
Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
— Mandy Hale (via psych-facts)
I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life.
— Unknown  (via spacemen-3)

There’s nothing more complex than human beings. And while we come alive in our idiosyncrasies, they sometimes tear us apart when they should humble us and hold a mirror up to our own shortcomings and gifts.

To this real love, I owe you an apology. I’ve dismissed you, belittled you and written you off because you didn’t appear at my doorstep in the beautifully wrapped package I was conditioned to seek. I should have seen the best of me in you, but I didn’t recognize your face. But I see you now.

Thank you for holding out, knowing I’d find my way back…

Beautiful love letter to real love. As Susan Sontag memorably put it, “Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love. 

For more on how our cultural conditioning makes us dismiss this kind of love, see Dan Savage on the price of admission.

(via explore-blog)

Your story is still waiting to be written.
— William Chapman  (via thatkindofwoman)
You don’t have to think very hard to realize that our dread of both relationships and loneliness … has to do with angst about death, the recognition that I’m going to die, and die very much alone, and the rest of the world is going to go merrily on without me.
David Foster Wallace, who died on this day in 2008, on writing, death, and redemption.  (via explore-blog)

In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.


Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.


Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

— Osho (via thatkindofwoman)
Stop waiting for the right person to come into your life. Be the right person to come to someone’s life.

Leo Babauta 

yes, godamnit. 

(via thatkindofwoman)

Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what I think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount
— Haruki Murakami  (via liamdryden)
He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.
George Orwell, Shooting an Elephant  (via thatkindofwoman)
Franz Kafka is Dead

He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.”
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via larmoyante)