Love? Love.

what is love? baby don't hurt me...

[remanence-of-love]

[koritsi-ths-nuxtass]

*heal

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[free-my-mindd]

[d1pperyslip]

Bust those locks Break them Let the trees grow wild Let them take your house Split concrete, push walls down Sleep in the shadows On a bed of leaves

2013

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[dollydalton]

are you thinking about it?

always.

why haven't you yet?

no one goes through this much and doesn't live to tell the tale.

~~~

Hallmark is coming over

he'll be here in a quarter

and here i sit and wait

was gonna take me to the aquarium

asked me to marry him

but refuses to even date

[lettersfromafairy]

You are a miracle. You're alive. You're feeling. You're trying. That alone is reason to celebrate. Many people haven't made it this far. But you did. And that says a lot about your strength.

Letters from a Fairy

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[ashvees]

What Is Love, Anyway?

It's the daylight in the darkness

and the way you hold me-

embracing all my sharpness.

It's in the quiet hush

that follows our almost surrender,

when I ask softly, "What is love, anyway?"

and you slowly whisper my name

as if it were an answer.

It's in the way my words have become yours

and you silly little habits mine,

like kissing the top of our hands

when they accidently touch-

that way, we will never fight.

It's in the sweet nothings

or when we dance atop the counters,

it's in the way I smooth out the creases of your shirt

or the way you always hug me tighter.

It's in the warmth when you're near

and the burning of my heart when you're gone,

it's the patience of your silence,

despite the fact that I still don't know.

"What is love, anyway?"

I ask, and your smile grows wider.

Maybe it's the slow unraveling of my world

whenever I realize-

that my name remains your only answer.

-Ash

[remanence-of-love]

[remanence-of-love]

[dollydalton]

all the candles

i have

smell just

like him

[dollydalton]

falling in love is bullshit

It's a scam

They take and take and promise to give and yet

they never do

He's texting her. Right now probably.

He's texting her and I'm crying because I know he's texting her.

And it's not fair of me anymore. He's not mine anymore

But I thought we still loved each other

[ruhaniya]

[dumblr]

[acevibe]