ADVENTURE

Connie.active in mind, body & soul.

lawebloca:

Friends **video**

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I promise to love you:

at 6am when you’re waking to go to work, to school, or whatever road life takes you on, and when you didn’t sleep well, your hair is a mess, and your eyes are sleepy.

at 8am when we say goodbye for the day and you’re rushing out the door with a cup of tea and your car keys in the other hand.

at 5pm when you’re exhausted from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like crying, and falling asleep and escaping from everything. I will kiss your forehead, and wrap myself in your arms.

at 10pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you won’t sleep for hours. Especially when we become a human knot wrapped up in sheets and kisses.

at 3am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy you, but consume you and when you weep without an explanation, I’ll kiss your lips softly and tell you you’re the absolute best and that things will be better soon

I will love you when you grow old, and I will love you after that. I will love you if I’m no longer here. I will love you, I will love you, and I will love you.

I Promise To Love You Forever (via iamcharliesangel)

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If we could learn to live from the level of the soul, we would see that the best most luminous part of ourselves is connected to all the rhythms of the universe. We would truly know ourselves as the miracle-makers we are capable of being.

Deepak Chopra (via purplebuddhaproject)

Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who don’t know a damn thing except the fact that they’re willing to figure it out together.

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if you consider a woman less pure after you’ve touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands

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I will never not reblog this

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Not everyone you lose is a loss.

starlate (via perfect)

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writingsforwinter:

This is a little prose piece I wrote called Sleepwalking. :)

writingsforwinter:

This is a little prose piece I wrote called Sleepwalking. :)

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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Lord Byron (via splitterherzen)

(Source: itsquoted, via writingsforwinter)

Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. Who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. Fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love.

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You are my home because you are the place I choose to return to over and over again. The place that, even when painful, means the most. You are my home because you have made me who I am, whether or not you realized what you were doing. You are my home because you showed me the best kind of love there is.

You showed me real, genuine, love-you-so-much-it-hurts-and-changes-me-at-my-core love. It was a blissful combination of finally feeling alive mixed with the most painfully difficult challenge I never thought I’d have to deal with. I didn’t know I could ever feel so strongly that I’d end up there.

Brianna Wiest (via myheartgoesbumbumbum)

(Source: adoseofwanderlust, via writingsforwinter)

foxmouth:

Landscapes, 2014 | by Anthony Samaniego

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