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You can always recognize someone who has suffered, they listen more than they speak.
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I want my heart to be ripped out so that I can no longer feel this heaviness and sadness that has darkened my heart.
“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic
“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”
— Andrea Gibson
The person you look for in a crowd, to find they were looking for you too.
k.b. // by @/astrologyvas
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I deserve the healthiest form of everything life has to offer
june is for long sunset walks, waking up early, ice cream, reading outside, going on picnics, lots of fresh drinks, beach days that leave you tired but happy, not staying home all day, staying up late listening to music with the windows open and beautiful, nostalgic evenings
me to me : i love you but we gotta get our shit together
Patience is so closely linked with love that if I were to thank someone for loving me, it feels more correct to say “thank you for being patient with me” than simply saying “thank you for loving me” because patience is the root of human love, and the deeper the gratitude goes, the more it touches their heart.
You feel like home
calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
— Jane Austen