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)

(via alonesomes)

It’s still you.
It’s still you. - Margaret Atwood, "Shapechangers in Winter" (via theunquotables)

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We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you. - Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: emotional-algebra, via alonesomes)

I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
in town

Is anything wrong?
I miss you.
574-7423

The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?

Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong.
I miss you, too.

- The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love, Ronald Koertge (via marisais)

(Source: sarahroberts-blog, via alonesomes)

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