|I realized something. I need you, I trust you, I admire you, I want you. And you can be|
wrong a lot of the time, and we can fight and get mad at each other, but
nothing, nothing in this world can
change the fact that I love you.
& when i first met you, i never would have imagined that
i would have
such strong feelings for you, i never would have thought
that i would have
dreams about you, or miss being by your side,
or getting butterflies in my
stomach when someone mentions your name.
when i first met you, i never would
have thought that i would love you.
I held him close to me with my eyes closed, wondering if anything
in my life had ever been this perfect, and knowing at the same time
that it hadn't. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful
than I ever imagined it could be.
It's not about being who everyone else wants you to be.
It's about being yourself and finding someone who loves every bit of it.
I remember now why I stopped posting on here. It's so time consuming. :P
|This is my first time getting on here this year. I haven't been on since before Christmas. Tumblr has taken over my life. :P So yeah, I may not be getting on here much more. Follow me on Tumblr! I follow back. (: |
|If somebody says "I love you" to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol holder requires? "I love you, too." |
Wampeters, Forma & Granfalloons by Kurt Vonnegut
I may not be sentimental, but I'm not completely without emotion, & there are moments when I'm struck by a deep sense of wonder.
The Wedding by Nicholas Sparks
|“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”|
do you? (:
All I remember is the feel of the leather seats, the texture of the map upon my knee, its frayed edges, its worn seams, and how one day, looking at the clock, I thought to myself, 'This moment now, at twenty past eleven, this must never be lost,' and I shut my eyes to make the experience more lasting. When I opened my eyes we were by a bend in the road, and a peasant girl in a black shawl waved to us; I can see her now, her dusty skirt, her gleaming, friendly smile, and in a second we had passed the bend and could see her no more. Already she belonged to the past, she was only a memory.
“Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.”