We are not our failures. We are love


I appreciate the details in everything

My name is Cash.

Towards the end
Of our love
I would always call you
And I guess you thought
That it was a affectionate gesture
But I guess I was really just putting name
To your character.
You smelled so damn good;
You looked do damn pretty;
But once you wilted,
That was it.

I call you my flower
Because love is a
Goddamn vicious cycle
And it flourishes
With tending
But eventually
It will fall apart
And crumble into the soil
I call you flower
Because you’re rotten
But at least
You left behind

I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via wordsnquotes)

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don’t let The One get away just because you’re young. just because you think you have time to spare and you’ll wind up back into each other’s arms.

life is rarely cyclical. few of us are fortunate enough to get a second chance. if you’re not ready, and you’re willing to let them go, be willing to never watch them return.

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This is important to know. As we evolve, so does our external reality.

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