I hope the love I find grows old with me and the person I find it with, and not a day sooner. I don’t think childish, silly behaviour should stop when your teens do or old fashioned affection should end when the honeymoon does. I can’t wait to be fifty and still get butterflies when I hear his key in the door. I want to watch our grandchildren grow, still hold hands on our way to get ice cream, and find each other’s first grey hair like we found each other’s hearts. Because to me, love has no age. Love is timeless and eternal and worth fighting for and savouring until the very end.
(via these-greatexpectations)



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realizes:

♡personal/love♡

This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
Gary Provost (via ravenouswombats)

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ataraxia-a:

"Spilled my heart here" I saw this on my walk today and it broke my heart..






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realizes:

vertical/personal/love ♥

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.
(via justviviann)

(Source: both-seeker-and-sought)



You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

Warsan Shire, “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” (via natmank)

(Source: sotla)



please don’t
me when a whole bunch of enemies start attacking me on video games  (via pudingu)

(Source: bluehige)



You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix    (via nofatnowhip)

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dailyoddcompliment:

"Stay Mad"

yup