spazzkid
Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.”

Jim Jarmusch

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findalittlesunshine
Sometimes I feel sad knowing that it really is over between us, and that there is no going back. And I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t think about just sending you that text, showing up to see you and just fitting right back into that space with you that I used to belong. Except, the space where I used to fit, doesn’t fit me anymore. The embrace that would come from your arms being around me wouldn’t give me the same feeling, and kissing you wouldn’t send those same lightning bolts down my body. It seems like it would be so easy to go backwards, but the truth of it is that no matter how much you miss something, or how fun a memory seems to be when you look back on it, you can’t go back. Relationships are like that too. I remember he had told me once, “you can’t make friends with old friends. You have to find new friends”. Well, I guess the same goes with this, too. The past has passed, and it is now just a fragment in our mind, a place we can partially visit in our mind, but that’s it. So instead of trying to live in a place that doesn’t exist, let it go and remember that things will work out. I have faith in that. But you can’t go chasing it either. You have to let go of those chains and fly away, and never look back.
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truthheartbreakquotes
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truthheartbreakquotes
It’s the drowning feeling; that overwhelming helplessness as you watch them fall for someone else right before your eyes with the knowledge that you can’t do a single thing to prevent it. It’s how you sit at home, waiting for the phone to ring like it used to do everyday without fail, and going to bed numb, knowing they’re not even thinking of you. 

truthheartbreakquotes:

truthheartbreakquotes

It’s the drowning feeling; that overwhelming helplessness as you watch them fall for someone else right before your eyes with the knowledge that you can’t do a single thing to prevent it. It’s how you sit at home, waiting for the phone to ring like it used to do everyday without fail, and going to bed numb, knowing they’re not even thinking of you. 

findingwordsforthoughts
What I’m saying is, I still miss you. And sometimes it’s just a little bit, in small, manageable doses, and I can even use fancy words like nostalgia to describe it and I can write poems and make us great, or at least wonderfully broken. But other times, it’s overwhelming and paralyzing and I feel like I’m disappearing in the vastness of this feeling. And I hate that I miss you, and I hate that I can’t hate you, and I hate that I can’t hate myself either. Maybe that’s a good thing, the not-hating, maybe. Anyway - I miss you. And I wonder if you miss me too. Even if it’s just a little. Even if it’s just when you read a great book.
m.v., The ending to an unfinished letter. (via findingwordsforthoughts)