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Love Begins
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
YOU ARE THE REASON
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“A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.”
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.
lazy mornings, open windows, foreign languages, used books, small cafés, excited text messages, art galleries, sundresses, cobbled streets, fresh air, filled notebooks, feeling completely at ease, content smiles
I know it sounds fake but you really do have a lot of silent lovers on this planet who look at you and wish they had your smile or your hair color or your humor or your intellect or your intentions or your heart, your manners, your eyes, your ease, even just you. People who are too shy to tell you what they admire about you or what they wish for you or who they see themselves becoming bc of you & they’re too shy to tell you. even tho it isn’t verbalized, the universe has still heard and the universe has loved you for helping out on its creations. You’re that person. You’re you.
the universe has a crazy way of working out and right now i need to just trust that
i think i saw this around the east village
late night walks with friends, cozy coffee shops, lonely corners in the library, neon lights, pile of new books, the smell of earth on a rainy day, putting on headphones and forgetting about the world, new stationery arriving in the mail, cloud formations, white crystals
“In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about ever again. But you do.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Wonder Years (via amargedom)
We survive because the fire inside us burns hotter than that which surrounds us
I just need a porch with a hammock where I can spend my mornings drinking coffee, and evenings watching the sun go down.
u know when u peel a mandarin to eat for urself and then someone u love is there and like without even asking u feed them every other piece from ur hand…..why is love so sweet and intimate
a nice idea: i wake up, the love of my life is tangled up in the sheets next to me, the sun is shining, my plants are alive and i know that there’s loads of fresh fruit in our kitchen. life is good.
nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool
i wanna sit in old cafes and listen to the rain just chatting about nothing with you
*starts song over because I wasn’t enjoying it hard enough*
Dont be afraid to be a cliche. Go for long walks on the beach. Buy heart shaped chocolates for Valentine’s Day. Stay up late and theorize about aliens. If you think it’s sweet, do it. cliches exist for a reason.
