if grease is the soul of the kitchen, and coffee the drink of the gods; routine too perfect to mention, time is a thief i would rob. we’re meant to be, baby, hold onto me; i’ll never not be your girl, ‘cause love is the heart of the world.
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This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Jul 2011 and Mar 2012 containing my top 30 used words.
Top 1 blogs I reblogged the most:
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
and all along, i believed i would find you
time has brought your heart to me
i have loved you for a thousand years;
i’ll love you for a thousand more.
my throat, it still tastes like house fire and salt water; i wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea. if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together, and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep. all these machines will rust, i promise, but we’ll still be electric, shocking each other back to life. your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected, our bones grown together inside; our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided, our spines grown stronger in time. because our church is made out of shipwrecks, from every hull these rocks have claimed, but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change. so let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief, and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach. come on and sew us together, we’re just tattered rags stained forever. we only have what we remember.
our first thanskgiving together was a great success. the food and wine were delicious, and i spent the first thanksgiving i’ve celebrated in three years with my best friend in the world and the love of my life. i couldn’t have asked for better company. i have so much to be thankful for.
lately i’ve been finding myself listening to country music and imagining what our babies are going to look like when they grow up running around outside our beautiful home, hopefully just like your parents- in the woods in maryland.
i love you so goddamn much, and i swear to god i am the luckiest girl alive to have you in my life.
“and i thought i loved you then.”
Who cares about common? Common is boring. It’s… common. I like being with you. You make me better. Hopefully, I make you better. What we have is uncommon. And I’ve never been happier.
– Cuddy // House, MD
