24/11/2009
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“There is one pain I often feel, which you will never know. It is caused by the absence of you.”
— Unknown (via brokenmachine)
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22:05
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“You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there, you’ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.”
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22:05
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“One boy. One girl. Two hearts beating wildly. To put it mildly, it was love at first sight. He smiled, she smiled and they knew right away: this was the day they have been waiting for all their lives. For a moment, the whole world revolved around one boy and one girl.”
— (via runawayscene) (via spaxe) (via quote-book) (via lovebot)
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22:02
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21:41
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“There are all kinds of
love in the world, but never the
same love twice.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via 52hearts) (via likeairplanesintomountains)
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21:40
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“Love is how when he touches me I become weak. Love is when he stops what he’s doing so he can look over at me and smile. Love is when he knocks into me just to see me smile back at him. It’s when I can’t be angry with him longer than 10 seconds. It’s the feeling I get whenever I think about him. And knows that he gets that feeling too. It’s when I can feel him stare at me from across the room. Its when he listens to everything I have to say even if he doesn’t care. It’s when he jokingly tells me he loves me but really does mean it. Love is when he sits beside me when there are 10 other available seats. Love is when he sits beside me when there are 10 other available girls. Love is when I prefer blue eyes but could settle with brown. Love is how nobody ever makes me the feel the way he does. When he offers me his coat even if it means he would freeze. When he says he’ll never leave me. When he sticks up for me. When he offers up his seat. When he sits in my lap just to get a laugh. Love is when I can remember everything he has ever said or did. Love is when I couldn’t possibly stop the feelings I have for him even though I have tried so hard. Love is when he keeps coming back because neither of us can get enough. Its when he would never be out of line with me or hurt my feelings intentionally. Love is him and me… just him and me.”
— (via poeticheartache) (via itsonlydivine) (via likeairplanesintomountains)
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