When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
― (160/365) by (DS)
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I promise to love you:

at 6am when you’re waking to go to work, to school, or whatever road life takes you on, and when you didn’t sleep well, your hair is a mess, and your eyes are sleepy.

at 8am when we say goodbye for the day and you’re rushing out the door with a cup of tea and your car keys in the other hand.

at 5pm when you’re exhausted from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying, and falling asleep and escaping from everything. I will kiss your forehead, and wrap myself in your arms.

at 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you won’t sleep for hours. Especially when we become a human knot wrapped up in sheets and kisses.

at 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy you, but consume you and when you weep without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon

I will love you when you grow old, and I will love you after that. I will love you if I’m no longer here. I will love you, I will love you, and I will love you.
― I Promise To Love You Forever (via iamcharliesangel)

(Source: -poetic)

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Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
― (via clumsiest)

(Source: morelovexlesshate)

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Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.
Kid in my lit class (via stalkedprincess)

(Source: melodiousgeekery)

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