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Blinded by the Promise of Happiness
The difference between
What we were
And we could have been
Still very much lingers
On my mind.
I can still taste you (via blossomfully)

When she is sad:

Ask her to dance. Take her hands and pull her up off the ground. She is fluid like water, like the wind and rain. Watch her twirl, round and round, as though she were a tornado.

Sing her a song. She will rest her head on your chest and laugh. ‘You can’t even sing’ she will say, but do not stop. Do not stop until she is begging for your silence with her lips on yours in muffled gasps.

Tell her a story: that time when you were five and fell into a pond and almost drowned. Tell her you are so glad a passerby dived in and saved your life because otherwise you would never have met her.

Sit in silence and trace the veins in her neck with your tongue until she sighs and whispers ‘you are keeping me alive.’ Say that she is doing just fine on her own but hold her a little closer and tighter anyway; she needs it.

"It’s okay. It’s okay to be sad." Sometimes these are the only words you need. Pepper her tear stained cheeks with kisses and say " it’s okay. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here."

― Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #46 -5 things to do when she is sad” (via blossomfully)

“And if I am a rose

I do not want a boy

Who will cut off my thorns

In the name of love.

Because I would rather wait,

Through wind and rain,

For one who

Does not wince

When he touches me;

And does not run

When my edges

Become too rough.

I would rather wait

For one

Who sits outside

During the storm

Instead of fleeing indoors

To escape the rain.

I will wait for the boy

Who is not so terrified

To love thorns,

But instead

Holds them close to his heart

And into his chest;

All the while whispering:

I love you,

I love you,

I swear it,

I do.”

― Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #49 (via blossomfully)

He glanced over at her and laughed.

"Because when you can’t be happy with them, but you can’t be happy without them either… Yeah, that’s when you know you’re well and truly fucked."

― Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #53 (via blossomfully)

"I miss you. I do." She whispered over the phone.

"But if I spend all of my time waiting for you, whole seasons will pass without me noticing, and you may be beautiful, but you will never be more beautiful than the first snowflakes of winter or the summer light cascading through the windows."

"I could wait for an eternity if only I knew you were coming," she said, "But time is precious, and darling you are not worth the spring blossoms. You are not worth the autumn leaves."

― Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #39 (via blossomfully)
The thing about sadness is that it never warns you that it will come back. You’ll end up with an aching heart again, minutes after laughing, and it will feel like you found someone in your house; someone who you thought had left.
W.J (via ichfuehlmich-funky)