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“If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another’s well-being is more important than one’s own.”
— Melissa de la Cruz, Lost in Time
“It’s funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that’s why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It’s not the pain they’re getting over, it’s the love.”
— Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road
“She remembered thinking falling for him would be like falling in love with darkness, but now she imagined he was more like a starry night: the constellations were always there, constant, magnificent guides against the ever-present black.”
— Stephanie Garber, Caraval
“She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.”
— R.M. Drake
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”
— Bob Marley
“and some will break you, some will destroy you, and some will even end you. and still you will love the next as if you’ve never been hurt. and that’s what makes you, you, despite the bullshit people bring, you smile as if nothing has ever happened…and that’s why I love you and I hope you never change, not for no one, not even me.”
— R.M. Drake
“Honestly, I don’t need someone who sees the good in me. I need someone who sees the bad in me and still wants me.”
— Unknown
“I know that you are hurt but please, never lose that beautiful smile of yours.”
— it’s the only thing that keeps me from falling apart // ck.writes (on Instagram)
“Please don’t tell me I’m beautiful… at least not in the same sentence as “I love you”. I know it’s supposed to instill me with confidence, but the truth is – nothing terrifies me more than the thought of somebody who’s only attracted to looks. Because looks fade; people age; and there will always be somebody who’s better looking and younger than me out there and as soon as I know that’s what your love hinges on – I know it won’t last. So don’t tell me I’m attractive or beautiful… tell me I’m a beautiful person and that you’re attracted to my sense of humor. Don’t text me about how hot you think I am, look into my eyes and tell me of my warmth. Tell me I have a sexy mind that arouses your intellect. Tell me one thing about who I really am that you actually love… something that will last … Because I need to know that you can see the depth of my soul and are not just fascinated by the shallow reflection on the surface. Tell me something real… something that shows me not only that you see me – but that you love me for who I am…”
— Ranata Suzuki
l'avoir est avoir les Ă©toiles (to have her is to have the stars)
“On her worst days I just held her. I know my love won’t cure her depression. But I wanted her to know that she will never fight alone.”
— I Love You Kat // Conee Berdera
“Just the touch of her hand is enough to put the chaos of my soul to sleep.”
— Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #23
“…and so she took the hands of my demons and slow danced with them through the darkness, instead of running away like how everyone else did.”
— L.W. // Coffee thoughts #6
““Honestly, I don’t want much,” she tells him, “I just want you to see the sunshine of all, and fall in love with it.” “I did,” he replies, gazing at her face, “I saw you and fell.” “And I fall, each time I see you.””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #135 // “The sunshine of my life“
“I am sorry that I may forget that I have you from time to time, that I forget to share the burden I have on my shoulder and the wrinkles on my forehead. I was always alone in my battles, so please forgive me when I forget to take you along with me sometimes.”
— Lukas W. // A loner with a lover
“Our bodies begged for each other. How our love was consuming us. So he held my face like it meant every promise given to him. How his hands held my body like a fragile flower. How he pressed himself on each petal. And the bud slowly began to bloom.”
— Blooming // Conee Berdera
“The girl who laughs too loud. Oh god, you could tell her to shut up before she even starts but there’s something about that high pitched laugh. It’s not a pretty laugh but it’s a laugh you’ll remember. The girl who smiles all the time at literally everything, who practices it in the mirror at night when everyone’s asleep or in the middle of the day when no one’s really paying attention to her. The girl who journeys alone. She’s not ugly, but she’s not beautiful. It makes her feel worthless sometimes, like love will never come her way like she expects it to on a midnight train. She wants the full experience, the love letters and chocolates and the lifetime together until you’re old and senile. She’d be the best girlfriend. She would be all in. The girl who breaks her own heart from time to time right on schedule. At least once every month, there’s one bad thought. Or a bad encounter with a friend or a good cry that feels like the end of the world. The girl who thinks she’s the only one who is different and that no one else could possibly understand her. She can’t wait to go to New York and do New York things. Maybe a little Paris too. This girl paints pictures in her mind everyday, to the point where it feels like she’s actually seeing them first hand. This girl is worth every single page.”
— Write This Girl, ultra-mckenzie-meÂ
