Anonymous asked:

***shyly walks up and hugs you*** You seem like a kind individual with a beautiful heart, like one of those people we all wish we were close friends with :) ***holds on for a few more seconds before turning away and smiling warmly***

***I am running up to you and giving you the biggest hug in the entire universe!!!!!!!!***

This is the cutest message I’ve ever received, thank you so much!!!! You honestly made my day/night/whatever it is, this is just lovely! You seem like a very kind, lovely, beautiful person, and I now consider you my friend, you’re awesome!  

***I’m still hugging you because I’m not great at knowing when a hug is over, and then I laugh and dance away like the crazy person I am :)*** 

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone.

Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly. It is the one thing we are interested in here.

Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace


I wish I could see you clearly
I miss the color of your eyes
But I haven’t seen your face in ages
You’re always blurred
By the tears that live in my green eyes
Painting everything I see
With the color of my broken heart
And our lost love
And your shade of sky
Aching for clarity
And your blue eyes.

Original Work: KH 7/31/14

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you’ve been doing. It’s a hundred years since we’ve met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

It’s all been so beastly lovely,
This mad river,
The gouging
That I would wish upon
But myself,

Charles Bukowski

…I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together

Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love

She was consumed by 3 simple things:
drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
youth and beauty

Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last