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Love my Luna girl.
I want all of it. Your sleepy mumbling. Your drunken embarrassment. Your silly faces. Your anger. Your dance moves. Your anxiety. Your apologies. Your sadness. Your stern looks. Your claustrophobia. Your exasperated tone. Your frustrations. Your past. I want all of it. I want all of you.
“Let someone love you just the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe you must hide of all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
— Marc Hack (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“I want to tell you I miss you with no subtext. No guilt, no anger, no expectation that you’ll fix it. I don’t want you to feel bad or to tell me it will get better. This is where we are meant to be right now – me apart from you, my hands a little empty and my heart a little sad. I just miss you. I wanted you to know.”
— anne, fyi (via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
old people asking “what are you doing?” when you’re on your phone or laptop are the worst bc how do explain that i’m having three separate conversations, reading abt water vs milk in hot chocolate discourse, stalking someone on social media and searching for a very specific meme all at the same time to someone who doesn’t understand how texting works
Happens at work all the time
“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65 you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find–– is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.”
— Beau Taplin, “The Awful Truth” (via afadthatlastsforever)
“If you leave her, make sure she’s not the love of your life. Otherwise you will meet her one day, on an autumn street, yellow leaves blowing about her, her arms full of her child and a happy marriage. And she will as you expectantly, her eyes gleaming, hoping you found happiness too, “What did you trade me for?” And you will not be able to answer. Because all you traded true love in for is empty hands and a half full life.”
— Nikita Gill
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