“I found love in your laugh”
— (via xenomonic)
“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”
— Unknown (via bl-ossomed)
“If you’re happy in a dream…does that count? The happiness–does it count?”
— From The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (via hush-syrup)
Pieces
“A swift river of emotion swept through his bones, an experience not felt frequently.
His was hesitant, as the last tidal wave of emotion wrought destruction, pieces lost in the commotion.
As if he was putting together an ever expanding puzzle, old pieces falling from the table of his life.
Gaps which left space for new pieces to be placed, constantly discovering new pieces that may match.
Choosing whether to use these new pieces was his dilemma, any could destroy what he had created.
Carefully, he combed through each new piece, discarding those he anticipated would bring about the end.
Ever searching for the piece that would complete his puzzle, once and for all.
““Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.””
— N'tima (via mariaarroyo)
“The days I don’t want to kill myself are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people in the streets waiting for their high fives and leaping, I mean leaping, when they see me. I am the sun-filled god of love. Or at least an optimistic under-secretary. There should be a word for it. The days you wake up and do not want to slit your throat.”
— Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “Hammond B3 Organ Cistern,” published in The New Yorker
