Most fucking adorable.
How cute is this?
My goodness…Children say it best<33 ^-^
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(via fashionfever)
Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?
John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be and you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.
(via onlyondemairt)
30 things to stop doing to myself
As Maria Robinson once said, “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” Nothing could be closer to the truth. But before you can begin this process of transformation you have to stop doing the things that have been holding you back.
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You Never Come Home For Christmas by Caitlin Rose and Keegan DeWitt
Me as a stray cat circa 2001. Can you say meow?
Senses don’t lie
The intoxicating scent of you lingers at the tip of my nose teasing me, never failing to make me hopelessly wish I could be where you are right now. My stimulated olfactory system quickly triggers me to replay painfully sweet memories of us and what we used to be together like a fuzzy and scratched black and white film.
Every time we touched, it was electrifying yet comforting simultaneously. Beginning from the place where you and I meet, the unforgettable tingles trickle away to the rest of my body and back to its origin as you bless me with your touch. When we locked eyes, everything else around me grew still and quiet just like you used to tell me how “everything else is just a background noise.” I could count your peekaboo playing freckles for hours. I could watch your most stoic expression for days. I could follow the curves of your profile for years. Your voice is heaven-sent. Like the cool moist Washington rain drops pouring down on a dry California indian summer heat, your voice lifts my soul with each change to tone and pitch. It’s a fail-proof solution to a make me feel warm on the stormiest weather, feel beautiful even when I’m having a bad hair day, monthly PMS, one of those cranky-for-no-reason-days and what have you.
I wanted to memorize and never forget the tiniest details of you that most people don’t even notice. I wanted to read you like a book. I wished to decipher and feel exactly how you felt at various moments of your past — the past that shapes the present you and serves as an outline to those meticulously thought-out actions and words of yours. I needed to hear the voice of hope.
You gave me a new meaning and goal to my seemingly simple life. Among many other things that I would like to thank you for, I think I appreciate that the most. For two people who used to share one dream of someday living together until the eternity ended, I couldn’t have asked for more. I thank God for creating such a beautiful creature and allowing our polar paths to somehow cross even only for just as long, or short, as they did.
