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My one and only love I've been lonely long enough Will I find you when the night is over? Tell me where did you go? I've been searching high and low I have only 'til the night is over

In every window, I pass Your reflection in the glass Makes me wonder if my mind is going Shadows shifting in the rain Slowly driving me insane By the stars above, I know we were in love I have only ’til the night is over

I feel the weather change I hear the river say your name I watch the birds fly by I see an emerald in the sky

Now how the trail has gone cold I don’t know where else to go And my time, I fear, is nearly over When the ocean drinks the sky And the city winks its eye When the night is done, you’ll vanish in the sun Will I hold you when the night is over?

Am I lost inside my mind? There’s an emerald in the sky

I hear the river say your name By the stars above, I know we were in love I hear the river say your name I have only ’til the night is over

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“I want to take you over the water meadows in the summer on foot, I have thought of many millions of things to tell you.”

— Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville West (1926)

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“My life has been a path at the edge of uncertainty. You don’t grow on a secure path. All of us should conquer something in life, and it needs a lot of work and it needs a lot of risk. In order to grow and to improve, you have to

be there,

a bit on the edge of uncertainty.”

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odysseyofabes

Couples move in together not just because it’s economically prudent. They understand, consciously or instinctively, that sustained proximity is the best route to the soul of someone; that unscripted gestures at unexpected junctures yield sweeter rewards than scripted ones on date night; that the “I love you” that counts most isn’t whispered with great ceremony on a hilltop in Tuscany. No, it slips out casually, spontaneously, in the produce section or over the dishes, amid the drudgery and detritus of their routines. That’s also when the truest confessions are made, when hurt is at its rawest and tenderness at its purest.

Frank Bruni - The Myth of Quality Time (via abesodyssey)

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nightydrunk-lovers

“I wish I had done everything on earth with you.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via nightydrunk)

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There’s something inside me, something as hard as an iron bar, that crushes my will and stops every flicker of enthusiasm or desire. I strip my heart bare, and have a soul as black as any pitch. The thought that mine is not an isolated case offers me no consolation.

Simone de Beauvoir, from The Prime of Life: The Autobiography of Simone de Beauvoir; 1929-1944 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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youwentthere

You're right

There is nothing more lovely

There's nothing more profound

Than the certainty

That all of this will end

hiddenshores

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Brontë, from “Wuthering Heights” (via loveage-moondream)

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youwentthere

Knives sharpened on Japanese wet stones gliding through my heart today

lesbiandomesticity

together we will create a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no holes punched into the walls so hard that the foundation rocks and cracks. our home will be gentle, it will be warm. i will keep you safe and you will keep me still. no fear, no hurt, no worry. we come from broken and twisted places but together we will build something whole and safe. we will curl around each other like a pair of quotation marks at night, warm and comforted. in the mornings, you’ll sing in the shower again. we will heal, and we will raise a family that doesn’t need to heal.