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I lost myself when stitched together, then found myself as I came undone.

Ming D. Liu, April 13th, 2016 (via mingdliu)

The Island (2005) dir. Michael Bay

I am more than your ‘maybe’’ plan, much more than something that you try to fit into your schedule when you have an empty slot. I am more than a vacant spot to park your car. I refuse to be a one night stay in a hotel or the break you take at work when you’re tired. I am not a vacation nor am I a getaway. I am either the town you call home or nowhere at all.

Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

I’m better now that there’s no you. The first week was the hardest, it was like moving out of your childhood room and waking up in a new apartment. But you decorate the new place and add in the latest parts of your life and all of a sudden, what you’ve left behind wasn’t as great as you once thought. Then, you finally understand why you chose to turn your back on it.

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People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.

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Victor Frankenstein: I have made a Monster.

Everyone: You fucked up a perfectly good corpse is what you did. Look at it. It's got anxiety.

The only way to stop revolving your life around someone who drives you mad is to start thinking about yourself first.

Ming D. Liu, I can’t stop thinking about- (via mingdliu)

“You know, I once read this book about someone who had to set her lover free so he could be happy. He loved her. And she loved him. Is that selfish or is that selfless?” “Selfless,” you immediately responded. “You let go of people, not because you don’t care, but because you care about them a lot. You want them to be happy. You are sacrificing parts of you to keep them whole. If that’s not selfless, then I don’t know what is.”

Stories I’ll tell one day #96 – Ming D. Liu  (via mingdliu)

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Philip Lorca Dicorcia Tokyo, 1998

Photographs I was able to view at Yale University Art Gallery

I will once again light up the night sky for myself, for others. I guess you never recognised me as your moon because you were too busy chasing dimly lit stars...

“If you cared about each other, why didn’t you try to work it out?” “Love,” I say. “Love has a strange way of bringing people in and taking them away. Love opens doors or they’ll keep them half closed. Sometimes we love too much. Sometimes we love too little. And then it becomes the past. We used to care. We were in love. At some point.”

Stories I’ll tell one day #86 – Ming D. Liu  (via mingdliu)