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"We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened."
John C. Moffi (via mascella)
Cute
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(Source: salveo, via hereistand)
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for we are sparrows (an original)
Sparrows shivering in tunnels make no sound.
“Farewell,” they cry, as though underwater.
Enough time proves yet to exist,
for the warmth has vanished from the breadth of their wings.
“Farewell,” they cry, as they curl up silently.
The years of beginnings are filled of flight.
No real words have or were ever spoken.
The sound of none echoes distantly.
“Farewell,” they cry, as they lie in the snow, the only evidence of their existence.
The sky spans in vacancy. Who will fly?
Their tears are all that occupies the grey and blue.
Where are the sparrows?
They are there.
“Farewell,” they cry, as they are taken.
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Rylynn by Andy McKee
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Valentine’s Day
tomorrow will be me, my cup of peppermint tea, and Mr. Darcy
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in honor of Valentine’s longing…
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and let’s just say you are lucky enough to be a bird. what about the flightless ones?
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birds
When I ask God to make me a bird, I’m asking to fly far far away. I want to fly far far away to another place, even another time. Just somewhere or sometime where I can genuinely say I’m alright. I can say I’m not alone. I can say that love is real.
