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A living tragedy,
an apologetic mess.

But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

—  Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance (via larmoyante)

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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 lunaoki)

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commovente:

I just found the hand sanitizer I used in Nepal, plus a plane ticket and a round stone that I found in Nagarkot in my bag and it made me really happy. I’m exhausted and I’m happy. never fully empty out your purses. the memories that old receipts and gum wrappers and little trinkets leave are both ruthless and beautiful. keep it all.

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