smileyahh:

sandreeeezy:

redseseii:

blackbruise:

The secret for long relationships is not having a perfect and harmonious love affair. It is not how less often you fight, not because of the number of similarities and the stuffs you both like doing together nor the number of mistakes you did. Those things count but it is the faith that keeps you going. A relationship would last if both of you are willing not to give up, if both of you is willing to stand up and still try every time one of you or both of you fall. You should not lose hope when you are struck with problems along the way. Give each other hope and hold on as long as you can.

I like. I like alot. 

I wish my ex would’ve read this before she so quickly gave up

Relevant.

smileyahh:

sandreeeezy:

redseseii:

blackbruise:

The secret for long relationships is not having a perfect and harmonious love affair. It is not how less often you fight, not because of the number of similarities and the stuffs you both like doing together nor the number of mistakes you did. Those things count but it is the faith that keeps you going. A relationship would last if both of you are willing not to give up, if both of you is willing to stand up and still try every time one of you or both of you fall. You should not lose hope when you are struck with problems along the way. Give each other hope and hold on as long as you can.

I like. I like alot. 

I wish my ex would’ve read this before she so quickly gave up

Relevant.

(Source: di-em)

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And there I was. In her room, lying on her bed, my head rested on her pillow, my body tucked under her blanket, and my mind taking in her aura…her surroundings. A surrounding which encompasses her everyday needs. Her desk, her closet, her mirror, her space. A surrounding I can only experience once. I’m taking it all in. Because I have to or else, this picture…becomes faint… My memory will not recall it otherwise. Or should it be that way? Something people live for just for that one second of satisfaction and can only reiterate the greater picture but miss the minuscule details. And then she walks in. And now, I must go… There I was, lying in her bed. And now…I’m awake.

(Source: lyrical-redemption)