Who wouldn’t want this kind of love?

Who wouldn’t want this kind of love?

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I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.

 Elizabeth GilbertEat, Pray, Love (via rab-rakha)

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Perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most - in this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (14 September 1920)

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If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

John Steinbeck on love, in an 1958 letter to his son.  (via melissadahl)

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andreagibson:

It has been 2 years,
4 months
And 13 days
Since the first time I saw you naked
Since the night you ripped off your shirt,
Stuck your boobs in my face and said
Touch them
I touched them like a diabetic third grader opening a Snickers bar
You said
Hard
I thought, yes I am
But you are so soft, I said,
Your lips, they’re like whale blubber
That wasn’t my best line
But it worked
Tonight in the grocery store, I found one of your hairs in my underwear
I pulled it out in the frozen food section and screamed
THAT is so gorgeous, it could kill a man!
Good thing I’m a leprechaun
Lucky…
Lucky…
Baby, I have no idea how this will end
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary
Or maybe tomorrow, my absolute insanity
Combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
Will leave us
Like a love letter
In a landfill
But whatever
Whenever
However this ends,
Lover,
I want you to know, that right now,
I love you forever
I love you for the hardest mile we walked together
For the night I collected every sharp knife in the house
And threw them one by one on the roof
Then told the sun,
Listen show off, 
From now on, you are only to give me blades of grass;
Things that are growing and soft
‘Cause there’s this girl who says she wants to float on her back
Through my bloodstream
And when she does,
I want my rivers to reach the sea
D’you hear me, lover?
Do you know, the night you told me you had a crush on my ears,
I swore to never to become Van Gogh
And look, baby,
They are both still there
Just like my firefly heart is still right there in your glass jar
I never trusted anybody more to poke enough holes in the lid
So on the nights you sleep like a ballerina, 
I try to snore like a piccolo
And I press my lips to your holy temples
And I say, 
I crash in to things in the dark
Even when the lights are on
And I am wrong more often than I am writing
And even then, I am often wrong
But when my friends are in the bathroom at the bar
Rolling dollar bills in to telescopes,
Claiming they can see God,
I will come to you
Holding my grandmother’s Bible,
I will press it to your chest
And I will bless it with your breath
And when you ask if I wanna roleplay Altar boys fucking in the kitchen during Sunday Mass
I will say,
Hell yes
But only if you leave a hickey on my ass
In the shape of Jesus’ palm
So I can be sure I got nailed
Down
Lover,
You will never lose me to the wind
You are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles
You are the thunder clapping for the poem that nobody else wants to hear
You are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring
You melt me alive
You kiss me as deep as my roots will reach
And I want nothing more than to be an eyelash fallen on your cheek
Then being collected by your fingers
And held like a wish
I promise
That whatever I do
I will always try my best 
To come true

I will travel you without a map
or compass, I will navigate
by the stars and the moon,
the planet we live on,
my own bones, they will tell me
how to crawl inside your laughter
and I will sleep there.

Elizabeth Cohen, excerpt from Another Love Poem (via thewestostlicherdivan)

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Fighting

My Dearest Pineapple,

The strangest things happen when we fight.

First, you are well aware that I only really get mad when the accusations against me hurt my feelings.  I’m not really one to get cranky or upset if you complain about loading the dishwasher or taking out the trash.   But if what you’re saying feels like a personal attack, then I get upset.  Even though I know you don’t mean it that way.

I’ve fought with partners in the past.  Ugly, crying, yelling fights that in the end only left me feeling estranged and detached from them.  That only left us both feeling exhausted and wishing for a respite; a quiet place on opposite sides of the room where we could just sit and ignore the other person for awhile.

The extraordinary and revolutionary thing about fighting with you, my little pineapple, is that afterwards a couple of things happen:

1. Even if I’m *really really* angry at you, I still wish I was hugging you or holding you in my arms.  I might say I need space, and I likely do for a little while, but after I’ve taken that space, I just wish that we were together.

2. I feel closer to you than I did before we argued.

3. This is amazing to me.

I know we’ve both remarked on how incredible it is that once we’ve both had time to calm down and discuss things rationally, we feel even closer to each other.  We feel even closer as a couple.  I’m not sure if this is a normal thing or if this is a rarity, it’s not something I’ve experienced before.  But, I do know that it feels amazing.  It feels so so good.

I never used to believe that making up with someone was the best part of a fight.  In the past, making up usually entailed a begrudging acceptance on my part that I didn’t always feel comfortable in giving.  But, making up with you, how tender we are with each other afterwards, how sweet and kind, and that closeness….it almost makes me wish we were more contentious.  Almost.  Not really.  

The way we fight makes me feel secure.  Makes me feel safe.  That no matter what we might be arguing about at any given time isn’t going to make you leave.  We argue and we both want to stay and work it out.  I love that.

So, in a roundabout way, thank you for the fight we had two days ago.  Thank you for sticking it out with me.  Thank you for working it out with me.  Thank you for the safe space to argue where we both feel better afterwards.

All my love,

Bear Cub

tylerknott:

I wasbornfor her.-Tyler Knott Gregson-
There is no question in my mind that we can.

There is no question in my mind that we can.

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Mushfest, line one

My dearest pineapple,

I’m about to head out the door for the majority of the afternoon for a dress rehearsal, but I wanted to take a minute before I ran out the door to tell you a little something…

I am 100%, head over heels, in love with you.

I know that people around us will say it’s too fast; too fast to feel so strongly; too fast to be so certain.  But, love, I know.  I just know.  I know it in the way you say my name.  I know it in how I feel when I lean in and kiss you and the feel of your lips against mine makes my heart beat faster.  I know it when we fall asleep on the couch during a movie and take the best nap ever.  I know it when we talk about plans for the future and I believe everything you tell me about where we’re going to live and what our wedding napkins will look like.  I know it when I fall asleep listening to you breathe.  I know it when we talk about our new last name.  I know it when I am more open and honest with you then anyone I’ve ever been with before.  I just…I just know it.

Time is the test of a love like ours.  We have some obstacles in our way that will make the next few months an interesting challenge, but I believe in us.  I believe in what lies ahead tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year.  That’s how much I love and trust you.

Thank you for believing in us as much as I do and for doing everything in your power to make this crazy, fast, powerful, beautiful love into the reality of my every day existence.

I am with you always, even through the challenging time and I love you.  I love you fully for everything you are in this moment.  Happiness resides in you, happiness resides in us.

All of my love,

Bear cub

“But I don’t want to be hurt…”

adayinthelesbianlife:

Isn’t that a great excuse? “I don’t want to be hurt. I don’t want to get too close because eventually they’ll leave me or die, and then I’ll be shattered.” Sure, you’ll be shattered, but how much better to be shattered with the thought, “We gave it everything we had.”

The ones who really suffer are those who know inside that things could have been much better, closer, more exciting - but they weren’t.

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bookishbutch:

Really, folks… 

bookishbutch:

Really, folks… 

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