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[heavensghost]

[perfectquote]

“My thoughts gravitate to whatever’s missing, whatever’s lost or broken or painful. My heart worries and fears. There is plenty to be thankful for, but those are not the scenes I stay stuck in.”

— Jamie Tworkowski, If You Feel Too Much

[stinkytootsies]

little romantic things I love

sensing when you’re scared/anxious so they place their hand gently on the small of your back

knowing you don’t like certain ingredients (ex. chives, parsley) so when they make dishes that call for it, they make the effort to leave it out of your half of the dish.

doing the small things like setting the dinner table, scraping the ice off your car before you go to work, or picking up flu medication from the drugstore when you don’t feel well (and you didn’t have to ask)

maybe they just know you've been super overwhelmed lately and want to help out to hopefully make things easier for you

or omg when it’s cold out so they get out of the passenger seat and fill your gas tank (that is if you’re driving)

alright now hear me out:

you get so shitfaced, absolutely hammered. And you’re dancing with them, trying to make ~moves~ but they don’t accept your advances bc you’re drunk right. Then when you’re puking in the toilet, they don’t leave your side. They’re holding your hair away from your face, rubbing your back, and wiping your face for you.

And when you cry, instead of saying “no, don’t cry” they tell you to let it out. They know you need a good sob and they don’t stop you. They reassure you that there is absolutely nothing wrong with crying.

maybe you have some physical marks/body parts that you consider flaws but they absolutely adore them. They kiss you on those places, lightly brush over them, and tell you how beautiful/handsome you are.

and of course the cliche "giving you their jacket when you're cold" but they don't stop at that. They give you their hat and oversized mittens to ensure you stay warm, even if they freeze. And the hat smells just like their shampoo which is even better

UGH

when you're sleeping/half asleep and they brush your hair out of your face, pull the blanket up to your chin (and make sure it's covering your feet), AND they plug your phone in to charge.

Maybe they make sure your alarms are also set :')

they always go out of their way to make your day

it doesn't even have to be a special occasion and they get you flowers just because they thought of you. It doesn't even have to be flowers. They can just message you saying they were thinking about you. That shit is so meaningful.

or when you overhear them talking positively about you to their friends or family.

Even when you aren't in the room.

They are just so proud of you and love to talk about your accomplishments.

They simply adore you and all that you do.

[surqrised]

“To attract attractive people, you must be attractive. To attract powerful people, you must be powerful. To attract committed people, you must be committed. Instead of going to work on them, you go to work on yourself. If you become, you can attract.”

— Jim Rohn

[rhythmically-yours]

i wanna melt in someone's arms and feel safe and loved or vice versa, where they melt in mine and feel like nothing can touch them.

[hockneybabe]

Rodin, Embracing Figures, Damned Group

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

— Pablo Neruda

[kafkaesquebibliomaniac]

"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena-

(Artwork by Alisher Kush)

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love—loving the loving of things whose existence she didn’t care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exit.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

[guulabii]

i once read about how love is the art of making bread, it is renewed and retouched again, and again. it rises, it falls but it rises once again with the right heat, the right touches and nurturing. i love this idea, this concept. i have been thinking a lot about love, again. heartbreak tends to do that, doesn’t it? it forces you to look love in the eye and rebuild all you thought you know.

i think love is a lot like preparing a meal. intentional in the choices of ingredients, precise in the way we measure, boil, simmer and overturn what needs to be. gently and gracefully molded, mixed and merged together in a bowl or pot; a warm caress. it is the spices we choose; the way it melts into each other on a hot pan. it is the way we rinse the meat, the vegetables under cold running water, bringing our fingers to places to make this dish easy and safe for the other to chew, to swallow.

it is the way when someone we love is sad, is sick, is hurting, we turn to spending time in the kitchen, creating a dish we know would ease the pain, ease the hurt, the heaviness they feel, or hoping it would. it is a way to say, ‘here, here is a bowl of love, i hope it makes you feel less alone, i hope it makes you feel full, i hope it keeps you safe’. it is the way when we celebrate, we bring out the colours, the spice, the heat, the savoury and sweet to adorn the experience of being together. it is a way to say, ‘i am so happy to be here with you, in this moment, in this space, there is us, and there is love, and we shall share this moment with each bite.’

it is the way my fondest memories of feeling loved have been amma running around the garden to feed me fried rice with fried keropok. it is the way my gentlest memories of feeling belonged have been sneakily eating ice cream with muma at 11pm, under the covers, giggling away. it is the way my only sweet memories of appa have been him spending hours in the kitchen to cook us dinner after a long day. it is the way my sisters would wake up early at my request, at 8am, to make me rainbow pancakes after a long night. it is the way when i was a fussy little child, my aunt always remembered to cut off the crust of the bread and make nutella cat faces to make breakfast easier to swallow. it is the way my aunt spent the morning of my 25th birthday rushing around the kitchen to make me a breakfast i would love. it is the way my sister mentioned she wanted turkey bacon a few weeks ago and i bought it the other day because i remembered.

do you see it now? that when we love someone, we remember their taste, we put in the effort to create something that melts within them so they may feel full, we give to them a part of us that is riddled in sweat and hopes they’d like what we put on the table, we remember and we infuse what we know with the food we share, we make purposeful choices that lead them to love, into love.

[chaseschases]

love is stored in the hand. love is stored in the hands that hold each other. it is stored in the hands that create art. it is stored in the hands that have the power to harm but don’t. it is stored in the hands that are warm and the hands that are cool. it is stored in the hands that do things for others just because they can. love is stored in your hands which express the desires of your heart.

[linaandlime]

:)

[windows-985]

“Now listen. You’re going to see galaxies in his eyes and feel like you’re walking on water with this boy. But he will leave. And those galaxies will turn pitch black and he will leave you to drown in that water”

— 08/20/16 (via beaglesarecute)

[wizened-beanie-baby-moved]

"everybody hates me" factoid actually just a statistical error. The average person doesn't hate you, especially not your friends. You, a person who sits in your room experiencing self loathing every day, are an outlier adn should not have been counted.

[hardfeelingslove]

•sakura and rainy days•

[be-your--own-hero-deactivated20]

My blog will impress you

[shelikesittoxic]

It’s always that way