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Reader, I married him.
Can’t Help Falling in Love - Fleet Foxes
Dancing in the Dark - Mat Kearney
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via pureblyss)
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I didn’t see this coming, but I’m not mad about it.
Pablo Neruda: Lovely One (Bella) Lovely one, just as on the cool stone of the spring, the water opens a wide flash of foam, so is the smile of your face, lovely one. Lovely one, with delicate hands and slender feet like a silver pony, walking, flower of the world, thus I see you, lovely one. Lovely one, with a nest of copper entangled on your head, a nest the color of dark honey where my heart burns and rests, lovely one. Lovely one, your eyes are too big for your face, your eyes are too big for the earth. There are countries, there are rivers, in your eyes, my country is in your eyes, I walk through them, they light the world through which I walk, lovely one. Lovely one, your breasts are like two loaves made of grainy earth and golden moon, lovely one. Lovely one, your waist, my arm shaped it like a river when it flowed a thousand years through your sweet body, lovely one. Lovely one, there is nothing like your hips, perhaps earth has in some hidden place the curve and the fragrance of your body, perhaps in some place, lovely one. Lovely one, my lovely one, your voice, your skin, your nails, lovely one, my lovely one, your being, your light, your shadow, lovely one, all that is mine, lovely one, all that is mine, my dear, when you walk or rest, when you sing or sleep, when you suffer or dream, always, when you are near or far, always, you are mine, my lovely one, always.
(Transl. Donald D. Walsh)
Tumblr love grows, too. :)
I think from what I've followed over a period of time, your relationship began by talking to the boy online, right? I've been talking to a guy for about a month who's 8 hours away, we met online as well. How did it happen for you? How did you build the relationship, how long did you talk before meeting? How many times did you actually spend time together before beginning the relationship?
Yep, I met Ben two and a half years ago on Tumblr. We live 1,000 miles away from each other. We did not meet, nor start dating, until July of last year (a year and a half after we first met each other). Â When we met in person, we knew there was no way that we could not be together, regardless of the distance. It took like less than a minute to know we had to make it work, haha. I think I answered your questions. If any exist, please clarify. I love him with all my heart as he does me, and every second has been worth it. Don't get me wrong, though, it's very challenging. But God is faithful and Christ need be our strength. Bless you.
summertime // William Hereford
To love you as I should, I must worship God as Creator. When I have learnt to love God better than my earthly dearest, I shall love my earthly dearest better than I do now. In so far as I learn to love my earthly dearest at the expense of God and instead of God, I shall be moving towards the state in which I shall not love my earthly dearest at all. When first things are put first, second things are not suppressed but increased.
C.S. Lewis (via pureblyss)
Be Thou My Vision || Blake Baggott
Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her. If you were mad, do you think I should hate you?" "I do indeed, sir." "Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat--your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre