The way you speak so passionately about the things you admire and how there’s so many things you want
but know you don’t require.
How you dont only hear but listen,
How you aspire words
And argue when you have a contradiction
How you are humble
Even when someone mentions

How perfectly
composed
You are
.

J.Sleiman
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Maybe it’s the memory of the last time you locked eyes with me

Or the way that everything seems to have roots that end up tangled in something you’ve spoken

Or how just talking to you makes me feel like everything that has caused me an acheing in my chest,
doesn’t anymore.

J.Sleiman
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The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man. author unknown (via porcvpine)

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Some people will come
And others will go
And it’s not a matter
Of how long they stayed
Rather ,how much they wanted to

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In school the Pythagorean Theorem and Quadratic Formula were instilled in my mind, but I never remembered how to love myself. I was taught how to differentiate an arithmetic sequence from a geometric sequence, but never how to differentiate the nice boys from the boys who just wanted to use me. I was told to stop bullying and take a stand, but never how to go about it. I learned that taste buds have a lifespan of about two weeks, but never why I could still taste him months after he left. I could recite paragraphs in Latin but was left speechless when someone asked what I liked about myself. is this really what we need to learn? // 5-27-14 // 9:03AM (via restrictedthoughts)

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself. (via bl-ossomed)

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