katietheshrimp:

“You just think that you love me.”
“Anne, I’ve loved you as long as I can remember. I need you.”

avonleavignettes:

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music. 

Perhaps… perhaps…love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

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Times Demise

Never put a time stamp of forever, for you have already marked it’s demise before it could even have the chance to bloom.

makemestfu:

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