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He was gone, and I did not have time to tell him what I had just now realized: that I forgave him, and that she forgave us, and that we had to forgive to survive in the labyrinth. There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can’t know better until knowing better is useless. And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
John Green, Looking for Alaska (via kushandwizdom)
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
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I want you
at your drunkest nights
when you cannot think straight
and come tumbling through the doorway
with a bottle in your hands
and a cigarette between your lips.

I want you
in my bed when you cannot sleep
and talk about why
God does not reveal himself and
if there is an alternative universe out there
besides us.

I want you
when you are slamming the doors
and punching walls out of frustration.
Come to me when you are angry
and scream at me
or just stay silent.

I want you
when you are tough to handle
and when you can’t handle yourself
and excited about our newest adventures
and even when you are being sarcastic,
I still want you.

I want you
when you are drunk or sober
and everything else in between.

Ming D. LiuBetween Being Drunk And Sober (via girlchoking)
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
Unknown  (via mandolinaes)