This post goes harder than any post has ever gone before.
the sheer amount of Fucks Not Given in these photos is creating a Black Hole Of Ungiven Fucks, sucking in all the bullshit over the Fuck You event horizon and trapping it so the bullshit can’t escape. It’s gorgeous.
“You may not be able to see my heart through this chest.. but I assure you each word that you say touches me in just the right way. Be gentle with me.. cause you hold my heart in your hand, and it’s not as tough as it may seem.”
“It was never about the candlelit dinners or the flowers. For me it was always about holding hands. The forehead kisses. Their presence when you were sick. Or reassuring words at 3am after another nightmare. It was never about the gifts, or what car they drove or how much money they had in the bank. It was always their character. The way they behaved towards strangers or waiters inside the restaurant. It was never about material possessions. It was always the closeness and security I felt around him. The way he could be there for me when I needed it most.”
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inkstainedpetal // the kind of love that keeps you warm in the winter
“Someone once asked me ‘how do you know if someone loves you?’ and I told them it’s in the way they look at you. A look that says they would hold back the ocean for you if they could.”
