āJust in case you have forgotten today: You matter. You are loved. You are worthy. You are magical.ā
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āJust in case you have forgotten today: You matter. You are loved. You are worthy. You are magical.ā
ā Unknown
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āItās the tragedy of loving, you canāt love anything more than something you miss.ā
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āIām in love with you because you make me feel safe. It sounds corny and vague. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I still donāt really know. All I know is that when Iām with you, I feel like Iām clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, itās like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. āHoney, Iām homeā¦and no longer terrified.ā
ā Ryan OāConnell, This is Why Iām in Love With You (via perrfectly)
Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core ā a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.
ā Haruki Murakami
āMopsa The Fairyā by Jean Ingelow, 1920, Dorothy Lathrop
Forever never lasts.