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“Je vous souhaite d'être follement aimée.”
“My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.”
— André Breton, L'amour fou (Mad Loves)
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It’s so fitting that the “lock your posts behind a paywall” Tumblr feature was universally panned while the “force total strangers to see your shitposts” feature is celebrated
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no YOU live in a society i live in this frame of pride and prejudice
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“I wish you to know
that you have been the last dream of my soul.”
—Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
“What we love, we mention”
I must love you then, because I mention you all the time
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Here's my favorite part of falling in love: There's this instant when you realize that the person who you think is the most attractive person in the universe, who is the funniest, and the coolest, and the smartest person you know actually wants you back. Maybe it's the moment when they go out of their way to brush their hand across yours - skin on skin contact sending little electrical charges up your body. Or maybe it's when they lock eyes with you in the middle of a group conversation, and give a private little smirk. Or the way that they go out of their way to seek you out and then lean in when you make them laugh.
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a relationship should be 50/50, you love me and i bring the moon down for you in the form of my love.
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Grab her by the brain
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Y'all know who fine as fuck? ME. I deserve love and tenderness.
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Rubbing balm on my forehead is not enough i need to inject it in my brain
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And if I'm being honest? I don't think you realize you love someone until you do. I think that is what makes it so beautiful. There is no loud, screeching halt inside of your heart, no neon sign that suddenly lights up and lets you know that you have found your favourite thing. No. I don't think it works like that. I think it's quieter, calmer. One day you're just sitting across from someone, and you're watching them tell some story you've heard twenty times, and everything inside of you feels safe. Everything is serene, and peaceful, and you almost laugh to yourself, because in the midst of all of that chaos, you realize just how deeply you care about them. In the midst of the crowd, or the background noise, or the chatter of other people in the restaraunt, time slows down for a moment, and there it is. There it is.
— Bianca Sparacino
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All this beauty in the world but my eyes are only satisfied when I look at you.
— naughtyangelsclub (via wnq-writers)
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“Close your eyes and think about that boy. Tell me how he makes you feel. Let your mind trace over his tired shoulders. Allow your thoughts to linger on that beautiful smile. Take a deep breath and try to put those dark thoughts aside. For once, let go of the reins you've wrapped so tightly around your heart. I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.”
– Lang Leav, The Butterfly Effect
“Honesty without kindness is brutality but kindness without honesty is manipulation”
“Only for himself did he acknowledge the unquestionable right to love her. But she was still the same, and her appearance still affected him the same way, physically reviving, arousing his soul, and filling it with happiness”
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
“I so wish you would all love me as I love you. And now I've come to love you still more”
- Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy