When I die
Give what’s left of me away
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
And give them
What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Look for me
In the people I’ve known
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most
Hands touch hands,
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die,
So, when all that’s left of me
Give me away.
- Merritt Malloy
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It is amazing what you can accomplish if you do not care who gets the credit.
Harry S. Truman (via awelltraveledwoman)
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.
Buddhist Saying (via wendesgray)
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I want you to miss me. I want you to recognise me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favourite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up that uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rear-view mirror. I want you.
Camryn Pulaski (via thatkindofwoman)
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We never truly realize ourselves. We are like two chasms - a well staring up at the sky.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via vanityem)
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