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ig: @havenlyheart
Martha Marcy May Marlene (2011)
i think just coexisting with you is one of my favorite things to do. i don’t need a big event or activity or adventure all the time. just you and your smile and your existence.
“We don’t fit in, you and me,” he said. “We’re both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together.” He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other’s. “We fit.””
— Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie
on purpose. I love you on purpose.
the seven husbands of evelyn hugo / the swan no. 3 / euripides (trans. anne carson) / reassurance
I love you in ways I cannot describe, for things you don't even notice you've done.
U can grieve and still live life. U can miss loving someone and love others. You can hold onto the good moments and simultaneously the bad moments. You can take the learning from a person you let go off and use it for the better. You can love someone and they may not be the right person. You can wish someone the best and love them from a distance. You can think fondly of someone and never talk to them again.. mysteries of the world…
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“We don’t fit in, you and me,” he said. “We’re both oddities no one knows what to do with. But we fit together.” He took her hand, pressed her palm to his, then laced their fingers through each other’s. “We fit.””
— Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie
— Sylvia Plath