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I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are
azure
indigo
cerulean
cobalt
periwinkle
and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
He brings the sun.

The Realm of Possibility by David Levithan

(via the-winter-of-our-discontent)


It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.

— Hugh Laurie (via larmoyante)


He says to me ‘you feel restless during thunderstorms because they negatively charge the ions in the air. The entire fabric of your being is being changed by the sky. Isn’t that something?’
I think on this and run my finger from the top of his forehead to the bridge of his nose and kiss him there. Gently feel all my insides begin to unravel at the contact.
I laugh and say ‘that explains it then.’
He smiles and murmurs ‘what?’
The sigh falls out of my mouth like a prayer, ‘it explains you.’

— Azra.T “Physics.”  (via emilymlarson)

(Source: 5000letters)


We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.

Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: emotional-algebra)