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Duong Nguyen

You do not need another heart to make yours beat, despite popular misconception.

Iain S. Thomas (via c-oquetry)

It is the fear of a mourning which has already occurred, at the very origin of love, from the moment when I was first “ravished.” Someone would have to be able to tell me: “Don’t be anxious anymore — you’ve already lost him/her.”

Roland Barthes, “A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments” (via lifeinpoetry)


— Henry David Thoreau

Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.

Margaret Atwood  (via cosmicspread)

There were always warning signs but you were blinded by hope and and thoughts like, 'Maybe this time it'll be different'. You chose to stay inside a burning building until the smoke became too thick to clear and the foundation began to crack. But now it was time to get yourself out.

No one tells you, though, that trying to move on is a kind of death that you inflict upon yourself. People always make it sound so easy, as if by emptying the stuff in your house, you can empty yourself of the love you still feel.

The memories you have like to coddle you. Laughter and late nights drunk on the feeling of being young and infatuated. They deposited in you the way sand deposits onto wet summer skin. They stick on you in the most unconventional places, underneath fingernails and knobby knees. But you let them stay because it reminds you of how you were once in the water and the sun was beating on your neck.

You now know that was how you ruin yourself.

Before the word us turned into something singular, everything had already changed. You look back, really look back, and you see that he is not the same. And neither are you. So you release the fists clenching onto the past and you take off your rose-colored glasses.

You used to mistake the silhouette on the wall for yourself. Used to think of yourself as a stray cat scratching on his door, waiting to be let in again. Not anymore.

It takes time for you to realize that your life with him is not juxtaposed. It’s not as simple as a before and after. He is just a detour on your journey. The destination is still there, waiting for you.

When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.

Welcome home, it’s been so long.

Tina TranThe art of letting go (via absentions)


I’m still foolish when it comes to loving you and I’m still selfish when it comes to us. I’m terrified of how easy this can tumble down the drain.
You can see the worst in me and you’re not accepting it.
I need to grow up and admit to having failed as a lover. Just maybe tell me it isn’t too late to fix the broken parts of me.
It isn’t about who wins or who’s right. All I care about is how to make it work.
How terrifying it is to know that of all people, you are that person.
What if it ends.
Maybe it is okay to risk it again, and say: I chose you and I’m allowing you to hurt me because it’s a risk worth taking.
I want to be a better person for you.

Grow up now.
Before it’s too late.


There’s a shit trait in everyone’s personality.
It’s not acceptance that’s difficult. It’s the decision to deal with it that is.

Mental space

I need space.
I thought that I’ve become rather extroverted but I’ve just been pushing that boundary.
I need space.

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.

Alan Cohen (via c-oquetry)

Don’t cling to things, because everything is impermanent.

Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via bookmania)

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.

Unknown (via c-oquetry)


it’s silly but i wish you missed me. 


And the intensity of how much I love you scares the living shit out of me.
I love you love you love you.
The way a reckless soul meets another.
I’m gonna make it work.
I’m done running away from you, the fear of losing control always forces me to leave but I think I’m already out of control months ago.

#fmsphotoaday 020214: favorite. @airsuittrung: the little things.