Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
(Source: little-miss-tragedy, via loveandpalmtrees)
Never let your girl stand out in a thunderstorm too long, it will become her resurrection. The wind and bassdrum of water is the same thing as CPR, 32 beats before she leans her head back and laughs in a way that sounds like she’s finally alive. The lightning will be a defibrillator right across her brainstem and her eyes will become full of an unbearable brightness, too powerful to stare into and too beautiful to turn away from. She has become witch in that instant as if her whole body is trembling with a magic so potent it could atomize her, as if the only thing tying her to her personhood is just her skin. All else has become a tempest.
Please. Don’t you know that lightning burns five times hotter than the sun? You will see her like that with her wild nature exploding from her cautious one - you will see her like that, that perfect moment of being recklessly undone - and she will burn herself into you for an eternity. You cannot stare into the heart of that and not just fall in love.
You will hear her every time it rains, every time the wind blows. You will think of that wonderful, terrifying joy. For that moment, you wondered if her smile is the reason the sky sends storms. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
If she’s too good for you, my god, don’t leave her. Make an effort to be good enough instead.
(Source: quoteessential, via itsannaliousbabe)
Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love—it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing, generous and sweet and unconditional. Pure. If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a mountain for you, too, no matter how you’ve acted out, no matter what crazy thing you’ve done, no matter the time or demand. If you are her man, she will talk to you until there just aren’t any more words left to say, encourage you when you’re at rock bottom and think there just isn’t any way out, hold you in her arms when you’re sick, and laugh with you when you’re up. And if you’re her man and that woman loves you—I mean really loves you?—she will shine you up when you’re dusty, encourage you when you’re down, defend you even when she’s not so sure you were right, and hang on your every word, even when you’re not saying anything worth listening to. And no matter what you do, no matter how many times her friends say you’re no good, no matter how many times you slam the door on the relationship, she will give you her very best and then some, and keep right on trying to win over your heart, even when you act like everything she’s done to convince you she’s The One just isn’t good enough.
That’s a woman’s love—it stands the test of time, logic, and all circumstance …Well, I’m here to tell you that expecting that kind of love— that perfection—from a man is unrealistic. That’s right, I said it—it’s not gonna happen, no way, no how. Because a man’s
love isn’t like a woman’s love.
Steve Harvey (via quotethat)
They told me that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But everytime she laughs I’m the one who falls in love.
In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting.
Robert Glover (via w-ritings)
(Source: psych-quotes, via liiive-a-little)