You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving…
i don’t know what to tell you other than the fact that a giraffe’s heart weighs 22 pounds and that somebody once told me when flies fall in love, their entire brain is rewired to only know loving each other. when one of them dies, their memory becomes blank. i hope you never think about anything as much as i think about waking up next to you during a windstorm at 5 am.
“If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.”
because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.”—Osho (via spiritual-shanti)
I’m so fucking lonely. Will this ever end? I just want to go home and be with the people who care about me and make me happy and laugh at my lame jokes and not judge me on every damn thing I do. I just want someone to appreciate the things I do for them. Why doesn’t a single one gives a fuck here? Whatever.