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Posted 6 months ago
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; I love you because I know no other way.
I love you beh even from the start of our friendship!
Pablo Neruda (via mighty2save)
(Source: leadme2thecross1)
Posted 10 months ago
: I heard this joke a while ago and decided to share
4 guys are playing golf. One guy goes to get everyone drinks. While the other three are waiting, they decide to brag about their sons.
“My son owns a successful car dealership,” guy #1 said. “He is so successful, he was able to give one of his friends two new cars.”
“My son is a…
Posted 1 year ago
Love is a temporary madness; you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
Louis de Bernieres (via alanajoy) (via quotewhore)
Posted 1 year ago
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Louis de Bernières (via quote-book)
Posted 1 year ago
a happy-go-lucky woman who is in love with someone named Mr. Jovin Javier.
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