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In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.

—C.S. Lewis (via drapetomania)

(Source: endorfins, via lizzyloupp)

I wish someone had told me at 15: ‘You accept the love that you think you deserve’. I would have approached my relationships completely different if they had. I like this idea of quality control: that we don’t have to accept just anyone into our lives. People talk about love as though it just happens to you - as though you’re a victim in it all, when actually you can make good choices and bad.

—Emma Watson (via concretedesign)

(via theseviolentdelights)

wenchymcwench: We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave. I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.   Source : [x]

wenchymcwench:

We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave. 

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.

 

Source : [x]

(via theswonderfulthings)

The (500) Days of Summer attitude of “He wants you so bad” seems attractive to some women and men, especially younger ones, but I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.

— Joseph Gordon-Levitt  (via shalu)

When you hear about her for the first
time, you are out with friends. You
imagine first his face, that closed profile
that never opened for you, even after
trying every key. Twice. You imagine
her. You wonder if you could have been
friends, but the idea of that happening
now is like chewing on asphalt. You’d
rather get a root canal. You’d rather get
several. You’d rather be laying in a ditch
on the side of the road, unconscious.
You imagine them together, in bed,
fucking, him telling her things he used
to tell you and her believing every
last delicious word. He could have
been a poet. You wonder if he means
them this time. You think about giving
him a call, leaving him a drunk voice
mail with cigarettes on your breath and
a cherry hidden beneath your tongue.
You imagine revenge as a person,
sneaking into his home and cutting her
hair and dumping the strands down the
laundry chute. You decide that a broken
heart is a lot like getting your hair cut
and the years spent waiting for both to
grow back—shiny, undisturbed, new—
is the kind of vacation they advertise
in the magazines. You call, instead,
your hairstylist. You book the flight.
Every lock of hair sheared off is a
mixed drink on a beach somewhere.
When you see him later that day on
the street, there is no streak of
recognition on his face. You leave a
strand of your hair on his jacket as the
light turns green. Pray she finds it.

—Kristina H., “Why We Cut Our Hair” (via fleurishes)

(via theseviolentdelights)