“It’s love.


It’s where you can’t control your emotions and feelings towards the other person. It’s when it doesn’t matter what gender you are. And you can get high off the of other person, without drugs. It’s when times flies by without either one of you noticing. Where you just wish time would stop, and you could just spend the rest of your life with this very person. It’s when every little imperfection is another reason why they’re perfect. When you can get drunk off of their giggles. Get high off of their touch. It’s when you are on cloud nine whenever you are by them.

Because suddenly it isn’t gravity pulling you down to Earth. It’s them. And love will come into your life at the most inconvenient time. And you’ll fall in love with love. And then it’ll leave. And that’s when you fight for it. Because love is like war. It’s easy to start but hard to stop, and you are already a soldier when you fall in love. And during the wars you get hurt. You are wounded, heartbroken and the only way to fix your wounds, is that person.”

- I let go of the loneliness I held onto when I seen them smile

“I’d like to lay here forever.
It’s the calm of the waves,
the wind in my hair,
the chill from the sea.
I love it.
I love it almost as much as I love you.”

- @jennagaily

But please don’t leave someone wondering what they have done wrong.” he said. “Don’t just walk away and make them feel that they will never be enough. As if they were just some pieces of paper fallen out of your notebook. As if they were just a flower you took out of your vase.” he looked at her. With sadness in his eyes—with pain showing in the way he speaks. Then he continued, “Please. If you can avoid it, just please don’t hurt people that way.
—  ma.c.a // Summer Leaves
Someone will come along. Someone who understands that you get jealous and anxious. Someone who knows the fears you have rooted deep in your past and holds you when you’re feeling scared. Someone who can’t dance, but dances with you anyway. They can’t sing, but they’ll sing to you anyway. They’ll love any gift you give, even when it’s the wrong size and they’ll love anything you cook for them, even when it’s burnt. They’ll make you laugh until you cry, and know exactly what to say to make you smile. They’ll leave you feeling helplessly, unapologetically happy as you fall asleep at night. You’ll wonder how you ever got so lucky. Just be patient. Someone will come along.

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

—  Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over and over. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I’ll keep choosing you.
—  A sweet quote my girlfriend included in a gift for me (via its-all-qood-vibes)
One day we will be together and nothing will stop us.
—  Day 186
You know you love someone when you can’t experience anything without wishing they were there to see it too
—  Wordsbymymind
If someone stays with you after you hurt them more than once,they love you. Think about it.
They’re choosing pain over pleasure.

“He never looked nice. He looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; It was supposed to make you feel something…”

Los Angeles, 1990.