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"Love is when you find yourself searching up her favourite movie even if it is an action movie you normally wouldn’t pick. Love is when you give her your favourite pillow because you know she likes it best. Love is understanding each other’s mumbled sleepy voices. Love is when your parents ask about her because they know how much she means to you. So therefore, she means something to them. Love is carrying each other home both intoxicated and not caring where you’re going because you have each other. Love is when she holds you closer to her when the crowds get to you and your anxiety rises. Love is not caring you have to be up in 5 hours for work because her jokes are so much better to listen to. Love is when you have a burping or fighting contest that ends in laughing so hard you cry. Love is when she puts a fan on for you because she knows the difficulty you’ll suffer without that humming. Love is slow dancing in a gravel parking lot to no music at 2am. Love is changing her into her pjs when she is so tired she can hardly even speak. Love is when each other realize something is wrong within a change of voice or action. Love is when you find yourself falling asleep curled up to her when you never really liked cuddling. Love is laughing during sex. Love is when “I want todo that” turns into “we should do that.” Love is what I have with her and I have never found something quite like it before. I plan to never lose her. She is it. She is love, my love."

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What is love to you? // t.m (via aietala)

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(via errrinvia)

"You asked me what I saw in her, and I wondered what you didn’t see in her. I saw the way her lips bloomed into this life altering smile. How she never let anyone close to her, like she was protecting her heart even though it had already been torn apart. She looked me in the eyes and I swear I saw an entire universe through her glimmering pupils. I felt earthquakes inside myself when she said my name. I can’t live without her the way anyone can’t live without a liver. She’s pretty when she’s tired and even when she looks like she can no longer carry the bags under her eyes. I miss her when I’m with her and I miss her when I’m not. She’s so fierce and she never hides behind anyone. She has so much love inside her, I can tell because when she talks about her father, she starts to give off light. She touched me one time and my bruises weren’t tender anymore, and all my wounds closed up. Sometimes she smiles this genuine smile, and it disappears as soon as I blink. Her laugh helps me breathe when my lungs are giving up. I look at her, stars on her skin, the milky way in her eyes, and I swear she’s part of the sky. She tucks all her feelings behind her ear and I love her for it. When someone asked me for my address I almost said her name. When she’s sad she still smiles with teeth. When she’s happy birds start to sing. I go home and cry about her in the shower. You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t."

- M.O.W, You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t (via imwritingpoems)

"I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care."

- Midnight thoughts  (via allhopeisgon-e)

(Source: reality-escape-artist)

"Strength comes from struggle. When you learn to see your struggles as opportunities to become stronger, better, wiser, then your thinking shifts from “I can’t do this” to “I must do this.”"

- Toni Sorenson (via observando)
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