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[gypsycoeur]

i couldn’t have asked for a better night, i love meeting new people and being able to 100% be yourself around them and share your life and thoughts with them and have them do the same. the best friendships and relationships start out this way and i have that feeling that something incredible is going to come out of this night 

[gypsycoeur]

i wrote this six months ago about my current boyfriend and we’re still together and in love.. always trust your gut feelings 

[gypsycoeur]

4 ½ YEARS LATER 

[gypsycoeur]

9 YEARS AND NOW WE’RE MARRIED

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[funneeb]

In order to make a relationship last, you really have to flow with a person as they change. Give them space. My friend always told me about his grandfather who was with his wife for 60 years before she passed. His grandfather said that through all that time, his wife changed so much it felt like he had been with 8 different people by the end. But he said the secret to making it last was that through all those changes, he never suffocated his wife with his own idea of who he expected her to be. Rather he loved, fully, every new woman she became.

[birdasaurus]

Itziar Aguilera

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

“I learned that people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.”

— Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

[softgrlfriend]

[purplebuddhaproject]

“Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re even born.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Beautiful and Damned (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[coffee-and-wood]

[mathieulodin]

[1ooflyzz]

[reidalmighty]

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[suicideblonde]

[gypsycoeur]

suicideblonde:

Audrey Hepburn

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[spaghetti-garden]

[growingupdisney]

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[imightevenbethebuddha]

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

[qatsby-deactivated20131127]

You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realised the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.

Oscar Wilde (via belle-de-nuit)