Fall In Love With Someone Who Feels Like The Warmth Of The Sun On A Cold January Morning, But Soothes

Reggie boy forever and ever amen

Are we all kind of collectively in our Regulus Black era right now, or have I just fallen down a very specific rabbit hole?

We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.

Thomas Moore (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

and when hozier said, “my life was a storm since i was born, how could I fear any hurricane?”

i wonder if he is regulus black reincarnated

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.

Virginia Woolf (via purplebuddhaquotes)

She didn’t need a protector or a rescuer. But she did need him.

Alexandra Bracken, Passenger (via the-book-diaries)

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How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via the-book-diaries)

…At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via the-book-diaries)

Imagine your OTP:

Picking strawberries or wild blackberries together during the summer when they’re in season

Relaxing at night on the grass, gazing up at the sky and marveling at, not the stars, but a summer lightning storm

Skinny dipping under the light of the moon during the summer camping trip while the rest of the group is asleep

Frolicking in the warm summer rain together after being caught in a storm after realizing playing in it is more fun than fleeing from it

Finding a patch of honeysuckle and picking and enjoying them together

Going to the farmer’s market or flea market together

Attending a local summer carnival and basking in the cliche of the romantic Ferris wheel ride and the cheesy carnival game prizes

Supporting one of their younger siblings by going to one of their little league games and cheering them on

Having a summer picnic at the park with watermelon and hot dogs and lemonade

Accidentally (or purposefully) dozing off in a hammock together as the sun sets and the air cools down

Playing with sidewalk chalk like they’re kids again

Imagine your OTP doing some underappreciated summer activities!! AKA anything other than just eating ice cream and being hot