“she would have swallowed the sun to make you warm enough. she was nothing but love. she was nothing but love.”
— inkskinned (via gajo1987)
I feel very strongly that I love you more than you imagine, more than I thought possible.
Claude Monet, “Letter to Alice Hoschedé”, 19 February 1883
original: “Je sens bien que je vous aime plus que vous ne le supposez, plus que je ne croyais moi-même.“
(via claudemonet-art)
One day you’re going to meet someone who will love you unconditionally, accept all of your shortcomings and make you feel that you’re worth having. One day, someone out there will save you from loneliness you’re feeling right now and show you that in this life, we can be happy and be over the clouds if we want to. One day, someone will travel for hours just to hold you close, feel your presence and make you feel that you are worth travelling for. One day, someone will never get tired of loving you, pacifying you when you’re angry until you become okay, feed you with your favorite food and be your best friend at the same time. One day, this someone will walk down the aisle for you and prove that you don’t need perfect relationships, you just need to be contented and be grateful for what you have. This someone will be excited to spend the rest of his days being your lifetime companion.
He will come, just be patient.
I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.
“I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”
- Day 351
Meredith Grey
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
What happened to us? I remember how you called me in the middle of the night just because you wanted to “hear my voice before going to sleep,” and how I melted inside. You used to tell me that I was beautiful. You used to drunk text me, saying how much you wished that I could be with you. You used to want to facetime…all the time. You’d be doing your thing, and I’d be doing mine. But we’d both be comforted by the others’ presence. I was so sure that you loved me. What happened? It’s been a week now since you’ve left to visit a friend, and we’ve barely said two sentences to one another. You’re busy. I know. But what happened to the effort? What happened to “hey just wanted to tell you that I love you” or “you make me really happy?“ What happened to the little videos you’d send to ensure that I knew I was important to you. What happened to all of the sweet things you used to do? Babe, what happened to us?
