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Oh, to travel the world with you and inhale the wonders of it, now that I feel like I can finally breathe.
That’s it.
That’s what I want in life.
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I more than love you. I’m not whole without you. You are life itself to me. When you are gone I’m waiting for you to return so I can start living again. ~Ronald Reagan to his wife, Nancy
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It was you who turned my heart of stone into gold. It was you who put the light back into my eyes and made them shine like crystals. It was you who filled the emptiness that was once inside of my soul. It was you who gave me hope. You’re the reason why I feel this way. Even when my mind is foggy because of the obstacles that I face each day, I think of you and lightens my heavy heart. You are my soulmate. You were the one that I would subconsciously think of every time I heard a love song. It was you, It has always been you.
Mandy Quinn (via mandycatastrophe)
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I love you. Not maybe, not tomorrow, not someday, now- at this very moment. I realized, I want you, I trust you, I admire you. And we both can be wrong a lot of time, and we can fight and get mad at each other, but nothing, nothing in this world can change the fact that I love you.
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How do you know your in love? How do you know if he’s the one? How do you know if he’s worth fighting for?
If when you look at him, (and I’m not even exaggerating one bit when I explain this to you) and all you can feel is butterflies and a warm tingling sensation in your heart that forces out your dorkiest smile … you’re in love with him.
If when you talk to him, your comfortably weird but also considerate of what you say and how you say it, expecting his reaction and appricating his response wether it be good or bad … you’re in love with him.
If when you seriously fuck up and he gets angry at you and doesn’t talk to you and you take things into your own hands, grow from the situation and appricate and respect the fact that he cared enough to get so upset about it and see how he was only trying to help you … you’re in love with him.
If you find yourself loving country music, not because it’s his favourite type, but because everytime you listen to it, it reminds you of him … you’re in love with him.
If you stare at him while he’s not looking and appricate just the way he breathes, talks, listens, reacts, moves and smiles … you’re in love with him.
If you haven’t seen eachother in 4 years and you’re living of the pure hope of seeing him soon … you’re in love with him.
If you notice and find the silly quirks he has adorable, like poking his glasses back up to his nose, or sniffing his nose to the side when he’s upset, or leaving his mouth open just a little bit when he’s consistrated … girl you are in love with him.
If he stares at you not saying a word till you have to ask him why he’s staring and he says “youre so beautiful … you just make me so happy” … he’s the one.
If he gets worried and angry over the dumbest least life threatening situations … he’s the one.
If he calls you everynight before bed so he can fall asleep to your voice … he’s the one.
If he stayed up till 4am in the morning with you when you had a dumb anxiety attack and tries to calm you down and get you to go to sleep … he is the one.
If he trys to prove to you everyway he can that he loves you and cares about you, not caring what anyone else thinks about it … he is the one.
If he brags about you to everyone around him … he is the one.
If he shows you how to be happy and live your life the way God intended it for you … he is the fucking one.
If he makes time everyday to show you how much you mean to him … he’s worth fighting for.
If he makes a mistake, apologizes and grows from it in a way that allows you both to grow into something so much more … he’s worth fighting for.
If he spoils you when he’s not in the best financial state … he’s worth fighting for.
If he is in need of a hug and kiss to pull himself back together … he is worth fighting for.
If he is having a bad day and still manages to give you the best out of it that he can … he is worth fighting for.
If he struggles to give his whole heart to you because he’s afraid of what might happen in the future, you need to prove him wrong in every way and fight for him.
If he does any of these things don’t you fucking dare take any of it for granted, things could change any minute, and you could find yourself countries apart with no way of communication, and I promise you, I fucking promise you, nothing is worse than living months without your bestfriend, your favorite person, your significant other, having no idea what they could possibly be doing and hoping and praying that they miss, want, need and love you just as much as you do them.
Don’t you dare take him or any of those things for granted.
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When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished?
Rudy Francisco, A Lot Like You (via hqlines)
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First Love came with a contract that it wanted me to sign in blood, that I would always be the girl I was at 18. First Love came with dirty hands, ready to shape me into half of what First Love thought we could be. First Love was cocky and drunk, daring the world to fight us. First Love was stupid and reckless, making promises it couldn’t keep. First Love was cold and quiet, leaving before it was left and when it left, First Love left with the air in my lungs. First Love left with the belief in my bones. First Love left with deflated vows and cracked certainty and a heart that was reaching for something I couldn’t see. When First Love left, I burned the contract and let myself grow.
Fortesa Latifi, First Love (via hqlines)
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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
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The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.
The Great Kamryn (via hqlines)
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Maybe its like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And then things happen - these people leave us, or don’t love us, or don’t get us, or we don’t get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack in places. And I mean, yeah once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And its only that time that we see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade, but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.
John Green, Paper Towns (via hqlines)
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And in the end, we were all just humans… Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
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When someone you love dies, people ask you how you’re doing, but they don’t really want to know. They seek affirmation that you’re okay, that you appreciate their concern, that life goes on and so can they. Secretly they wonder when the statute of limitations on asking expires (its three months, by the way. Written or unwritten, that’s about all the time it takes for people to forget the one thing that you never will).
Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer (via hqlines)
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It is terrifying to think that one day you will trust somebody enough to let them see you naked. You will undress and remind them that you’ve stretch marks and birth marks and scars from having chicken pox when you were little and scars from all of the other things now. You will blush thousands of shades of red, painting yourself as a rose losing its petals. And that person - that person will take it all in. And I wonder if they will reassure you. But mostly, I wonder if they will even see anything worth reassuring you about. I hope they see each freckle on your back as if it’s a star and you are the whole universe to them.
K.P.K (via hqlines)
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You should tell people how important they are to you. Always.
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You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.
You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.
Dominic Matthew Jackson (via dominicmatthewjackson)