i think love is when someone actually listens, when they remember the random story you told them three weeks ago and bring it up later like it mattered
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i think love is when someone actually listens, when they remember the random story you told them three weeks ago and bring it up later like it mattered
you are allowed to be soft, to be messy, to be loud and quiet all at once, you are allowed to take up space, you are allowed to be a storm and a calm sea on the same day, and still be enough
Marcel Proust, from a poem featured in The Collected Poems; A Dual Language Edition
love should not burn you. it should hold you like sunlight through curtains, warm, gentle, alive.
i think art isn’t a masterpiece, it’s the mess you make when you try to tell the truth, the pieces of yourself you leave scattered, hoping someone will see them and understand
the real ones don’t ask where you’ve been, they just sit beside you, like you never left, and somehow, in their silence, you feel whole again
maybe the point was never to go back, maybe the point was to learn how to breathe without needing what once hurt you. maybe the point was to carry the cracks inside you, not like scars, but like reminders that even broken things can still hold air, still hold light, still hold themselves together in their own quiet way
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
— Neil Gaiman
some days, i feel like the scar itself, heavy and raw, a reminder of everything i’ve been through. other days i’m the hand that traces it softly, trying to understand it, trying to forgive it. maybe healing isn’t about forgetting the pain, but learning to hold it gently and keep moving forward anyway.
your touch was never just skin on skin, it was whole galaxies colliding, and i’m still learning how to breathe without it
things just happen like rain without warning, and suddenly the world is not the same, I look softer, think deeper, as if the universe rewrote me in silence.
you know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.
— William W. Purkey
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
— Marilyn Monroe
i don’t crave a perfect love, just someone who remembers the little things: how i take my tea, the songs i quietly skip, the silence i need at 2 a.m.; love that’s spoken in details, not declarations.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets