"We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love."

Tom Robbins

"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

"Love is all a matter of timing. It’s no good meeting the right person too soon or too late."

Wong Kar Wai

crushes:

heart,

i wish you came with a power button. i’d turn you off, and keep you safe in my closet. i’d only pull you out again when the timing and feelings were all right.

— me

"The heart is a foreign country whose language none of us is good at."

Jack Gilbert (via JC)

stare-at-walls:

(via jennaybrowneyes)

Reading this hurt.
The highlighted sentence is similar to something I’ve said before.  He made life easy… and I never knew life could be easy.  Having him leave made it hard again, but it was so much worse because for the first time in my life, I knew it didn’t have to be that way.

You are in this world to love someone.

stare-at-walls:

You are in this world to love someone. Find that someone and love them until you can’t feel anything anymore. It’s worth the pain. It’s worth the time. It’s worth giving up every piece of dignity you have. Even if it makes you look like a fool. Even if it makes you look stupid in everyone else’s eyes. Don’t ever ever ever listen to what they tell you or what they make you feel. Because in the end, we all go through the same thing. We love and hurt. We love and die. Loving is never really owning. Loving is giving everything you can and trying to give everything you cannot. You must never expect anything in return if you love. Love with all your heart and if he cannot give anything in return, learn to accept that and wait for your love to fade. Never ever hope for love to vanish. Because I tell you, it won’t. When you love someone, it will never go away. It will just fade. There will always be a little piece of your heart that will yearn for him. You cannot make it go away. You have to accept things for what they are and what they are meant to be. Learn to let go and move on. Learn to remember the good things that you’ve shared with him, even if it’s not mutual. Learn to remember the way he smells, the way his eyes look when he’s happy, the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he says hello and the way he says good bye. Don’t forget the memories just because he cannot give anything in return. Look back and remember the good things because in the end it’s always the good things that matter, not the bad.

Learn to face rejection with dignity and grace. It will make you stronger.

(via here)

…I don’t know…
How do you let go and move on if he still has a piece of your heart?  How?  I haven’t learned it yet.

#375

achoiceinthematter:

Someone who doesn’t care how unbelievably cheesy I am.

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havearide:

lovebot:thresca: Peanuts

21 Unusual/Fun Date Ideas

ohgosh:

hamandheroin:

1. Go on a search for as many good climbing trees as possible, climb as high as you both can in all of them, compile photo evidence.
2. Go to a major chain bookstore, and leave notes to future readers in copies of your favorite books.
3. Create photo evidence suggesting that you went on an adventure that didn’t really happen.
4. Adjust the lights to a low setting and build a fort out of furniture and blankets.
5. Try and visit as many people as you can in one night, and change as many things around inside their apartment without them noticing.
6. Go to the airport, get the cheapest, soonest departing flight to anywhere and stay there for the weekend.
7. Rent a season (or two of your favorite show) and watch them all marathon style with a big bowl of popcorn.
8. Go for a walk, and collect various things you find along the way. Later, see who makes the most creative design from their found materials.
9. Write a piece of fiction together. Outside a cafe. Ask strangers when you get stuck.
10. Go downtown with a video camera and interview strangers. Pretend it’s for a film workshop.
11. Dress to the nines, pretend to be married, and go out for a fancy dinner.
12. Do the lamest tourist thing in your area that you both secretly think would be fun.
13. Volunteer at a local animal shelter for the afternoon.
14. Blindfold one, and let the other feed him/her foods of their choice. Try to guess them then switch.
15. Go to a public library/book store and take turns reading your favorite childhood stories to each other.
16. Get into your pajamas, prepare some hot chocolate and/or snacks and go to the latest showing of a movie. It’ll feel like sneaking out when it’s past your curfew.
17. In the middle of the night, drive to the beach, so you arrive just before the sun rises. Have a breakfast picnic.
18. Drive somewhere unknown and have dinner in a city you’ve never been to. With fake names and/or fake accents.
19. Pick a challenging recipe and attempt to master it together.
20. Go around the city with sidewalk chalk and draw hearts with equations on random things.
21. Rent a movie you’ve never seen before. Set to mute, and improvise the dialogue.

I miss this:

i love the feeling you get when you’ve had your camera around your neck for hours, when it just sort of lingers

(via everythingilove)

#431

achoiceinthematter:

Someone who will sit criss-cross-apple-sauce across from me as we make our own secret handshake.

Love is Not All, Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be. I do not think I would.

#420

achoiceinthematter:

Someone who will take a hundred photo booth pictures with me.

#157

achoiceinthematter:

Someone who is not offended when I beat them in Mario Kart.