"One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’"
Unknown, Humans of New York (via luminesa)
"Every time I try to tell you how much I love you, the words melt in my mouth. My tongue cannot fathom my heart.
I love you like the sun loves autumn evenings – falling golden on your planes, caressing your hollow places.
I love you like my hair brushes my shoulders – heavy and constant, a thousand different things at once, a comfort and a warmth.
I love you like falling asleep – dropping into warm darkness, forgetting the world.
I love you like being snowed in – though the outside air is cold, here it is warm, and at least for a while we don’t have to go anywhere.
I love you like whiskey down my throat – hot and sweet, exciting, more than I can handle without dancing and laughing too loud; I can’t hide it when I’ve had it.
I love you like the end of a poem, when there are no words left but the resonating feeling that what you have written, what you have done is right, because it all lead here and here is where you are supposed to be."
I wrote a poem for my husband. (via etherealogie)

Forrest Gump, 1994

Forrest Gump, 1994

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