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Jan 20
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to know someone

Meeting someone new is exciting. You can say anything, be anything. You are a clean slate to each other. Maybe they find your quirks charming. Maybe they think your smile is sweet. You can talk for hours. They’ve never heard the jokes you’ve told a million times. They’re intrigued by the stories that your friends are tired of hearing. You feel smart, funny, interesting. There’s so much to discover when you’re learning each other.

What about when you already know someone? You’ve taken the time and learned them. It’s a feeling incomparable to the rush you feel when you first meet someone. Knowing a person is feeling completed by that person and vice versa. You know the joke they’re going to add to the conversation before they even tell it. They know that when you ask for one piece of pizza, you actually want two. They know the words you mutter in your sleep and why you squeeze their hand three times. They just get it. That’s the bond that lasts. It’s really that simple.

Oct 13
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#fallbreak

  • josh: what time is it?
  • me: 2:30
  • josh: i'm gonna have a glass of wine.
Sep 26
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Couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everyone else, but the big difference is they don’t let it take them down. They stand up and fight for that relationship every time.
— Scrubs
Sep 14
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Sep 03
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What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.
— Jeanette Winterson (via ljm)

(Source: serialstranger, via emilyclark)

Aug 10
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Discussing home town stars

  • Matt: YOU KNOW DR SCHOLLS?!
  • Jilian: Yeah...
  • Matt: He's from LaPorte.
Jul 09
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Jul 07
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What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.
— Jeanette Winterson (via ljm)

(Source: serialstranger, via iamlightyear)

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I found myself a girl who can show me what laughter means. We’ll fill in the missing colors in each other’s paint by number dreams. Then we’ll put our dark glasses on and we’ll make love until our strength is gone. And when the morning light comes streaming in, we’ll get up and do it again.
— Jackson Browne, “The Pretender”