i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too
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i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too
look me in the eyes
Oh love
“Do you realise how devoted I am to you, all the same? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, dearest Honey.”
// Virginia Woolf, "Letter to Vita Sackville-West," 16 February 1927
from The New York Times
it’s so painful to watch yourself grow cold, bitter, and resentful, even toward small, irrelevant things, when all you’ve ever wanted was just to be warm, gentle, kind, and loving.
I think of you, I think of you, I think of you.
"Yes, the love is still there even when you aren't."
— IG (@zanefrederickwrites)
With me, you get a homie, a lover, a best friend and a psycho.
you have given me the love i have spent my entire life dreaming of. one filled with laughter, peace, truth. it’s coming home to you and you knowing exactly what i need without me having to say a word. it’s teaching me that you never have to be yelled at; that i am enough without having to dim myself down. it’s the quiet moments that bring me calm instead of the anxiety stillness has always instilled in me. you are the answer to my hearts every question. my truest love.
from Richard Feynman's love letter to his wife almost 2 years after she died