February 2012
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I love this gif so much
loadedwithexcuses:
Watchbrittanaslandslide:
Santana asks for something special sung to Brittany at the dance
Love | Mike White
enjambing:
He says he saw a moose once. She disagrees.
The letters they exchanged in the war molder in the attic.
There is a chemical process that describes why they are unreadable.
enjambing:
sleepingtigers:
Back on this topic I’m sorry but just how does a writer fall in love with someone that doesn’t share that depth with words and outward emotions spilling and toppling and tripping all over the place. Tripping over ourselves tripping over the love constantly needing to form and wrap our lips around some sort of idea that just might clarify how much it is we feel. As if...
52hearts:
Let’s meet again why don’t we? And start like strangers that seem too strange for one another, but still, for some reason, drawn to one another like we used to be, like it was in the beginning. Let’s meet again in a few months and sit across from each other on the subway and seem familiar to one another and stare at each other like we once knew one another from some other life time ago...
“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are...”
– Katharine Hepburn (via kari-shma)
January 2012
“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s...”
– Craig Gilner (via eletheowl)
The Fountainhead
We never need to say anything to each other when we’re together. This is- for the time when we won’t be together. I love you, Dominique. As selfishly as the fact that I exist. As selfishly as my lungs breath air. I breathe for my own necessity, for the fuel of my body, for my survival. I’ve given you not my sacrifice or my pity, but my ego and my naked need. This is the only way you can wish to be...
sunshinelullabies:
If you ever left me, I’d cry enough tears to fill rivers with sorrow. You’d carry it around with you everywhere you went, the weight of the past heavy on your back, knowing that even as time passes, broken hearts don’t mend the way they’re meant to.
If you ever left me, I would kiss your knuckles with the bright red lipstick I save for special occasions and stain your skin...
“Never expect to outgrow lonliness. Never hope to find people who will understand...”
– White Oleander by Janet Fitch (via thechocolatebrigade)
