Miss Moon in The Sky

We almost made it.I almost called you “mine,”And you almost called me “yours.”I think we almost loved each-other.
But the only thing I was sure about is thatalmostwasn’t good enough.
— Nautica Elaine Woods View high resolution

We almost made it.
I almost called you “mine,”
And you almost called me “yours.”
I think we almost loved each-other.

But the only thing I was sure about is that
almost
wasn’t good enough.

— Nautica Elaine Woods

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Though we can’t always see it at the time, if we look upon events with some perspective, we see things always happen for our best interests. We are always being guided in a way better than we know ourselves.

- Swami Satchidananda

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I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.
— Michelle K. ( Source : michellekpoems.tumblr.com ) View high resolution

I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.

— Michelle K. ( Source : michellekpoems.tumblr.com )

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I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.
- Malcolm Lowry View high resolution

I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.

- Malcolm Lowry

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Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the light.

-Sarah Williams

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If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.

― Iain Thomas

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I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.
 — Hanamoto Hagumi View high resolution

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

— Hanamoto Hagumi

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