We loved with a love that was more than love.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe
“If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me.”
—
Tyler Knott Gregson, Haiku on Love
(via adrenaline)
That feeling when you’re smart enough to know how awkward you are, but not smart enough to know how not to be awkward.
Some animals don’t know others exist. Like a lion doesn’t know a squid is a thing.
It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.
Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)
You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Letter to Zelda Fitzgerald,” 1939 (via wordsnquotes)
Wir sind auf der gleichen Seite, aber in einem anderen Buch
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translation:“We’re on the same page, but in a different book.”
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John Adams Whipple, Earliest surviving photograph of the moon, daguerreotype, 1851
If Apple has “Air”, Amazon has “Fire”, Google has “Earth”, why doesn’t Microsoft have “Water”?
Eyes are just eyes until you find that someone. Then eyes become an everyday feature that you focus on. They become the most beautiful thing you see. But when they leave, your mind becomes obsessed with the colour, the shape, the contrast, the size, the creases, every little detail that you didn’t even realise you knew about. Then when you move on, your eyes search for those eyes. And when you can’t find the perfect match, you realise that eyes are just eyes until you find that someone.
Extract from my book (via fxck-every-1)