Skinny Mommy

Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.

—unknown (via thatkindofwoman)

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We finally discovered that season of love. It is only found in someone else’s heart. Right now, someone you know is looking everywhere for it - and it’s in you.

—Peyton Place

If I don’t wake up smiling, I always make time to sit with a cup of coffee and write and consider the worth of the world until I feel pleasant enough to be part of it again.

—Tegan
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You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.

—Elizabeth Taylor  (via thatkindofwoman)

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If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

—John Steinbeck, on falling in love, a response to his eldest son’s 1958 letter, from John Steinbeck: A Life in Letters (Viking Adult, 1975)

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I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.

—Andrea Gibson

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I kissed her and saw that her eyes were shut. I kissed both her shut eyes. I thought she was probably a little crazy. It was all right if she was. I did not care what I was getting into.

—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

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