(Source: anch0rrrr, via misfitsofmythoughts)
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—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via tits-and-turtles)
(Source: free-spirit-falling, via tits-and-turtles)
When you’ve found the one that still holds you in her arms when you’re crying after you have completely snapped at her. Is someone who truly loves you.
And I know that I love her.
(Source: my-top-drawer, via tits-and-turtles)
(via theresbrighterdays)
I believe that there is such thing as true love. At the same time I don’t believe that love exists. It’s an emotion, made up, and put out there for people for us to have this idea in our head. I, have fell into this feeling, this made up emotion. And that’s okay. I admit it.
I found the one I love, even when I believed that such thing didn’t exist. I let her into my life. I decided to trust her with my whole heart. And that’s fine with me. She’s my world. Someone I can depend on. Someone who lets me be mad and beat her up, then hold me in my arms as I tell her all my secrets.
And everyone deserves that. Someone to love. Someone to depend on.
(Source: larenreynolds, via explosions-in-my-sky)