x I want you to love me more than you love good literature. More than you love graffiti and sex and home-cooked meals. I want you to love me more than you love the way the grass smells after it’s been cut, the way the world spins around you as you roll down a hill, the way you feel after a full night’s sleep. I want you to love me more than you love all of your favourite things. Because I love you so much. You are all of my favourite things wrapped up into one person.

Your Favourite Things (K.P.K)

x I used to build dreams about you. F. Scott Fitzgerald (via suspend)

everything you love is here

So I was browsing/stalking people’s tumblrs as I do. 
And these two posts were immediately next to each other on when-it-rains-it-snows’ tumblr.
And I just want to say that I am incapable of not seeing 
a.) Kate shopping for anniversary cards 
b.) the text that Kate scribbles into the card that Clint has no idea how to respond to, because he’s Clint. He spends a lot of nights watching her sleep and maybe thinking /me too. You know I feel the same, right?/ 
but in the end, all he actually says, after a battle in which they are both sweaty and nearly almost died (again), is a blurted out “I love you more than pizza too,” and Kate laughs (it’s a rough, patchy laugh because the jackass of the day has broken a rib or three) 
But it’s a laugh that says “I know what you’re trying to say, even if you’re shit at saying it.” 

relatable posts daily?
x It upsets me
How wrongly you treated me
And how you thought it was okay
(via newenglandhardcore)
x Do you imagine at night someone
going to bed the very moment
you are going to bed? Turning
out the light?
And isn’t it so quiet you swear
the heart is telepathic.
Isn’t it—
Beckian Fritz Goldberg, from “Eros in His Striped Shirt,” In the Badlands of Desire (Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 1993)
x The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die. Juliette Lewis  (via awake-n)
x But you were in the habit of playing songs over and over again until you wanted nothing to do with them and maybe that’s why you don’t call me anymore You said my voice was your favorite song (via extrasad)

You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.

Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
x One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me? Steve Maraboli (via versteur)

This is so important

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