For the love of words

remember me and smile, for it is better to forget, than to remember me and cry.

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So listen, if you love this man, and he loves you. I’d hold on tight to him."
“Yeah, and then he dies or leaves..”
“Yes, of course he dies or leaves. We all die or leave. We don’t want to, but we do. You can go sit and wait for that, but that doesn’t have a purpose. It’s about what you do in the meantime. That’s what matters.
Alles is liefde (Translated)  (via quotesweallknow)

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Dear Claire, “What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn’t it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don’t know what a love like Juliet’s feels like - love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I’d like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn’t, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet
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thedandiestlandscape:

nadimnida:

"The Last Billboard" • 


A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand.


• Photo grabbed from tumblr.

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thedandiestlandscape:

nadimnida:

"The Last Billboard" •


A 36-foot-long billboard located at the corner of Highland and Baum in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every month, a different individual is invited to take over the billboard to broadcast personalized messages, which are spelt out using wooden letters that are changed by hand.


• Photo grabbed from tumblr.

I’ve been here before

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It’s strange that most of the time we never think of people leaving and you just think that they will always be around. Then, one day, they are gone and you have this big empty space inside your chest. But, that’s all I know so far. I don’t know if you ever stop missing them or if one day you can let them back into your life and hope that they won’t hurt you again.
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