May 2013
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a-utumnly:
roses are red tumblr is blue nobody likes you so fuck off yahoo
4-8yr Olds Describing Love.
Rebecca, age 8: When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.
Terri, age 4: Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Danny, age 7: Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.
Nikka, age 6: If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
Elaine, age 5: Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.
Chris, age 7: Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Mary Ann, age 4: Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
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[[MORE]]Looks like I’m going back to the old days… Happy during the day, and crying at night. Too many regrets, memories, disappointments and lessons learned in a short period of time. I don’t know what to do with myself. I guess I should sleep now…
“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
– Pablo Neruda (via tijanatkc)
“I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding,...”
– Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via coffeeinteapots)
“Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.”
– Mark Twain (via marisais)
