Wesley. Mid twenties Las Vegas native living on the road.

Human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they’re finished.
Harvard’s Dan Gilbert, author of Stumbling on Happiness at TED 2014 (via lunarix)

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The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving.
Lessons in Life #39  (via opalinefeather)

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So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via ramengirl48)

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In French, you don’t say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.” I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
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It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.
 Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood   (via ladyofanaturalstate)

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