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I could have done with other loves perhaps. But there it is, either you love or you don’t.

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[uroko]

5月27日ヤマナシの木・道の駅南きよさと 

[3am-monologue]

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[l-amouur]

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[wordsnquotes]

“Part of me knows one more day won’t do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.”

— Gayle Forman, Just One Day

[gl4nce]

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[wordsnquotes]

“I met you and unavoidably you were special. So now I love you.”

— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

[sosuperawesome]

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[books-n-quotes]

“I think perhaps love comes from finding someone you feel utterly comfortable with, someone who makes you comfortable with yourself. It’s like…finding yourself, or maybe it’s like finding the other part of yourself.”

— Candice Proctor, Whispers of Heaven (via books-n-quotes)

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“Seek your star.”

— Alexander Blok, tr. by Boris Jakim, from Poems of Sophia; “Be Silent As In The Past,”

[pensierovfisso]

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“The sky was full of thunder, you were naked in my arms – your beautiful face hidden in my lap turning only to smile at me –”

— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Juliette Drouet written c. September 1835

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“My virtue is to love you. My body, my blood, my heart, my life, my soul are employed in loving you. Beyond my love, I am nothing, I understand nothing, I want nothing. Loving you, loving you, loving you, that is my one and only perfection.”

— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. January 1868

[ellehena]