March 22nd, 2013
A man very much in love with his partner spoke about some of the impulses he had when they were in bed. After they had made love, he would lie next to her, with the urge, he said, ‘not to penetrate her, but to somehow envelop her.’ He didn’t know exactly what this meant, but he knew it wasn’t the same thing as sex. He wanted to ‘possess her, to take her inside me,’ and at the same time to map every point on his own body with hers. He imagined lying on her in such a way that every square inch of her body was touching his. This, he acknowledged, was impossible, and the thought of this impossibility haunted him.
Darian Leader, The New Black: Mourning, Melancholia and Depression 

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March 22nd, 2013

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March 22nd, 2013
Zoom I’m excited for two decades from now. I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own. I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it. I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter. I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset.  I’m excited for when we make up. I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage.  I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line. gah, this is good. 

I’m excited for two decades from now.

I’m excited to reno an old farm house. To paint the walls white and laugh at the plaster in your hair. To rip up the floor boards and squeal at what we find underneath. To replace the shingles and ask ourselves one hundred times what on earth we got ourselves into.To make it our own. 

I’m excited to see lines at the corners of your eyes that spread out towards your hair. I’m excited to see your hair change colour and length and cut. I want to wake up beside your smile, with two extra decades of happiness, triumph, and pain behind it.

I can’t wait to bring you home flowers because you stubbed your toe on the way to shower that morning. To sit in front of the fireplace with you on a late December night with comfortable silence between us that only decades can bring. To tie a tire swing in the tree out back during a lazy July afternoon and watch your head fall back, full of laughter.

I’m excited to slam the doors. To scream at each other from opposite ends of the painted hallways. To give it up to you because it’ll never ever ever be worth it to see you upset. 

I’m excited for when we make up.

I’m excited to hear a baby crying. To hear little feet trotting down the hallway before jumping into our bed. For the late nights figuring out how we’re going to pay for groceries and back to school clothes and daycare and the mortgage. 

I’m excited for two decades from now. I know I’ve told you this countless times- but all this crazy bullshit is worth it, as long as you’re there waiting for me at the finish line.

gah, this is good. 

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March 22nd, 2013
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March 22nd, 2013
What if I told you 10 years from now your life would be exactly the same. Doubt you’d be happy. So why are you afraid of change?
Karen Salmansohn 

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March 22nd, 2013

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March 22nd, 2013
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March 22nd, 2013
Zoom I love you, Paul. 

I love you, Paul. 

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March 22nd, 2013
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March 22nd, 2013
oneloverofthelight: (via Desserts for Breakfast on we heart it / visual bookmark #13845697)

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(via Desserts for Breakfast on we heart it / visual bookmark #13845697)

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March 22nd, 2013
She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.
Hank Moody 

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March 22nd, 2013
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Ace & Jig Ecolier Dress / Steven Alan

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March 22nd, 2013
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March 21st, 2013
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March 21st, 2013
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