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Do you ever realize how badly you’re going to miss a moment while you’re living it? Like wow, these are the good days. I am here and I am happy and I feel alive.
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I love this. It’s like from the moment we see each other, there is constant laughter and sarcasm and commentary. We never run out of things to talk about, yet sitting in silence is just as good. I’m completely comfortable with you. You’re different. With you it’s like an automatic haven. I feel fully and completely safe with you. Oh, and this stupid smile that’s always across my face, that’s a plus too.
Follow for more quotes about love and relationship (via thelovewhisperer)
This is brutally beautiful. So are we. This is endless. So are we.
Buddy Wakefield, Human the Death Dance (via words-and-coffee)
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
Jess C. Scott (via quotemadness)
There are people who are always in love with the sky, no matter the weather. One day you will find someone who’ll love you the same way.
n. m., from a book in progress (via wnq-writers)
I hope one day someone looks at you like they’ve been waiting a long time to feel as happy as they do now. I hope they tell you cute things like how they found this cosy Italian restaurant around the corner and kiss your nose before spinning you around in the street. I hope when you ask them to go for a walk in the middle of the night they don’t complain that it’s too cold and even though you can see the condensation of your breath in the midnight air I hope you feel warm. I hope old ladies smile knowingly when you walk by, hand in hand, along the pavement and I hope you are smiling too. When he whispers how much he loves you I hope you feel your heart beating so fast you’re scared you’ll never recover. I hope he stays and makes you feel important, like he wants every part of this and isn’t afraid to admit it. I hope he finds words that touch you where his fingers cannot and knows how to pull your hair when you’re feeling electric but hold your soul when you’re fragile like glass. And I hope you find someone who asks before they kiss you, not because they need permission but because they want to see your knees buckle and your lips part ways. I hope their hands feel right around your waist when you reply ‘yes’ and again ‘yes’, until you’re falling apart in his arms whispering ‘yes, yes, yes’ and I hope you never need to ask if he’s the one because the answer will be staring you in the face.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #71 // “I’m scared I’ll never feel love like the kind you write about” (via blossomfully)
Wait for the person that makes things feel effortless. You should not have to try so hard to keep him, baby girl. If he’s the right person, he’ll stand by you no matter what and you won’t have to exhaust yourself with trying to make him stay.
something I learned too late // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #79 (via a-laa-mode)
There’s an aching that eats you alive,“ she said, “it’s hard to describe. I felt it when he was here. I felt it when he left. He was an ache in a beautiful shell. I loved him, and he sucked the life out of me.
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #208 (via blossomfully)
Dream Girl, by Clementine von Radics
When thinking about life, remember this: no amount of guilt can change the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.
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