and simultaneously not often enough
(Source: betweenlegs)
ok but for real though
be my 
yeh. those are spikes.
If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
soo…
I just saw the episode of friends when they’re watching an old home video of Rachel and Monica going to their high school prom. They are at Monica and Ross’s house and Rachel’s date doesn’t show up which leaves her a crying mess. After a little speech from his father, Ross musters up the courage to get dressed up, finds flowers, and surprise her by taking her… as he’s walking down the stairs to show her he will save her, be her “Knight in Shining Armor”… she leaves with her date who shows up last minute..never seeing what Ross did… leaving Ross shattered.
After it’s the video is over, Rachel, after having verbally destroyed Ross by telling him they will never happen.. walks over to a timid Ross, who is standing far away from everyone else. She analyzes him as she gets closer to him. As she approaches, Ross’s nervousness clearly elevates, as he is in a massive state of vulnerability. She’s in front of him…. he avoids eye contact…. she gently pulls his head to face hers.. their eye meet… she kisses him….
this is me
I’ll reach out my hand to you
I’ll have faith in all you do
just call my name
and
I’ll
be
there
hopelessly romanticizing a hopeless love
I’m doing this date. I will do whatever it takes to make this happen. watch.
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become 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’s not the desire to mate every second of the day, not lying awake at night imagining them kissing every part of your body. No.. don’t blush. I’m telling you some truths. That is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love, itself, is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting does it? …but it is.
Dr. Iannis - Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
J.D.: wow... you look amazing..
Elliot: ....even in cookies pants?
J.D.: Especially in cookie pants...
Cleverbot gets deep
Is there no refuge for me?
Even in my slumber, I cannot rest,
For there you are
Haunting me, Taunting me, reminding me
of what I dare not utter whilst awake;
I love you.
Oh heart, why do you plague me so?
Mind, why dost thou betray me?
I fear the reaper might be my only respite.
But alas, what lies beyond the grave?
Is it the promise of eternal damnation,
Should it be my hand that releases me
From my living, tormented soul?
I can only hope, for eternal damnation
Would be an infinitely sweet release from the
Hell I’ve been condemned to on earth.
Some guy
My piano has always been loyal to me. Never left me, never broke my heart, never cheated, and has never been more reliable
(Source: that-emily-girl)
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