She deserves better, you say. I say: You’re a goddamn coward. What she deserves is an actual person she can connect with. She deserves you, or me or the entire world; she deserves someone achingly real and honest. She deserves a human being equally raw to pursue her and love her and, perhaps, destroy her emotionally, but she deserves all that as well. She doesn’t deserve anyone’s sugary fairytale. She deserves to float freely, with you, or me, or the world, into the very depths of her own psychosynthesis. She deserves to explore the meaning of the word “intimacy”, with someone beside her that will care regardless. She fucking deserves all of it. So, pluck up the courage and be with her or leave her in peace but don’t you dare “sell” her your own “inadequacy” as a lie so that, again, you manage to comfort your conscience and eventually come to feel that you love her exactly because you’re letting her go. Because, darling, that’s bullshit. That’s only your own little self-created lie laying behind a much bigger lie; it’s not even properly concealed within itself, you fucking idiot.
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All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via perfect)
But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept at all.
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Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via badtexter)
One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: âWhen youâre in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.â (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencilâlighthouse of your universeâas if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, âNothing means as much without that person.â One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, âSo youâre saying you canât enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if youâre really in love with them?â âOf course not.â the professor replied. âNot completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they donât witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. Itâs not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.
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(via femmeinnest)
Love is not a maybe thing; you know when you love someone.
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Lauren Conrad - The Hills (via komeire)
just like how i know i love Jcole
