One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way. As someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in this world. Susane Colasanti (via justinancheta)

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So long as somebody loves you.
Loves you as much as I had loved you.

How I loved you when you were happy.

How I loved you when you were sad.

How I loved you when you felt alone.

How I loved you when I showed up on your doorstep.

How I loved you when you were away.

How I loved you when you didn’t need me.

How I continued to love you when you didn’t need it.

How I loved you when you wanted me back.

How I loved you still when you hurt me.

How I loved you still when I hurt you.

How I loved being with you.

How I loved your every presence.

How I loved your craziness.

How I loved you still after every fight.


How I loved because I loved.

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 you own little self-created lie laying behind a much bigger lie; it’s not even properly concealed within itself, you fucking idiot. All These Things You Wish You’d Say  (via slightlycaptivated)

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When I like someone, I don’t give a fuck about my ego. I’ll text them continually throughout my day even if they haven’t replied. I’ll let them know how much I care about them. I’ll admit when I’m wrong. I’ll tell them I miss them. Life is too short to play stupid games with the one you care about.

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