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I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.
(via napsie)
(Source: twistymaven, via bluewafflewithsyrup)
have you ever been so in love with someone that you could just cry
just because they exist
somehow
out of the stew of stupidity and violence and the chaotic goop they call the building blocks of life
THEY EXIST
We would lie in those afternoon beds, afterwards, hands on each other, talking it over. Possible, impossible. What could be done? We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood
Listen; if ever in my letters to you, or in my conversation, you see a candor that seems almost crude, — please know that it is because when I think of you I think of real things, & become honest, — and quibbling and circumvention seem very inconsiderable.
Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort.
Daughter of Smoke and Bone, by Laini Taylor
neil must feel this with me all the time…i wasn’t a sci-fi kid, i wasn’t into “dr. who”, or movies, or reading fantasy books, or any of the things that delight him when they pass his nostalgia radar. he has to rely on other people for all that joy-sharing. but i can try. i do try. i at least try to see where those things touched him…and why…and that’s all we can do for each other, sometimes. respect the things that delight the other, and not feel like we have to achieve any deeper understanding. the fact that those we love are feeling joy should just be enough in itself, otherwise we’re loving selfishly…we have to be a part of story. you don’t always have to be a part of the story. you can watch.
we do what we can: abide on the side and try to sense the significance.
and that leaves us….
i think it leaves us with some sort of deep lesson about loving things that we don’t necessarily understand.
Amanda Palmer (via kaylotta)
(via neil-gaiman)
- Me: Do you have any particular requests for your [racing] helmet?
- Jake: That it be a Simpson.
- Jake: And that you get one to compliment or match.
- Me: Yessir!
(via annapear)
yup, shamelessly pleased with our existence.
