Blaming his boots.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet. [Beckett]

~ Monday, September 19 ~

I’m afraid that I went to all this effort to get you back and now you might be more in love with me than I am in love with you. Or maybe I’m not in love with you at all anymore. Or maybe I never really was.

(Source: blogsecret)

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~ Sunday, June 6 ~

Sea Roles

dearoldlove:

You were always the lighthouse and me the ship lost in a storm. I assumed you knew.

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Re-Visit

dearoldlove:

Would you be up for an affair this summer?

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“ But you know, the thing about romance is… people only get together right at the very end.

—

Sam (Love Actually)

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~ Thursday, June 3 ~

“ For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

— Charles Bukowski (via funeral, fuckyeahexistentialism)

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