Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love—it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing, generous and sweet and unconditional. Pure. If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a mountain for you, too, no matter how you’ve acted out, no matter what crazy thing you’ve done, no matter the time or demand. If you are her man, she will talk to you until there just aren’t any more words left to say, encourage you when you’re at rock bottom and think there just isn’t any way out, hold you in her arms when you’re sick, and laugh with you when you’re up. And if you’re her man and that woman loves you—I mean really loves you?—she will shine you up when you’re dusty, encourage you when you’re down, defend you even when she’s not so sure you were right, and hang on your every word, even when you’re not saying anything worth listening to. And no matter what you do, no matter how many times her friends say you’re no good, no matter how many times you slam the door on the relationship, she will give you her very best and then some, and keep right on trying to win over your heart, even when you act like everything she’s done to convince you she’s The One just isn’t good enough. That’s a woman’s love—it stands the test of time, logic, and all circumstance …Well, I’m here to tell you that expecting that kind of love— that perfection—from a man is unrealistic. That’s right, I said it—it’s not gonna happen, no way, no how. Because a man’s love isn’t like a woman’s love.
by Steve Harvey (via quotethat
things i need to do really soon:
- sink - toilet - shower - sweep/ mop floor - wash bathmats
- wash towels
- washing up finish washing up
- clean surfaces
- sort out fridge
- sweep/ mop floor
- wash teatowels
- wash tablecloth
- vacuum hallway/ stairs
- clean bedroom
- put away all the shit
- clean surfaces
- wash bedsheets
- iron clothes
- buy backpack & clothes etc. for iow festival
- pay davey money for edinburgh
- call parents about house deposit
- nose & ear piercings
- write up poetry in little book
- dye hair
- start saving for september rent fuck
- sort out general life ayooo
Two Door Cinema Club | Sun
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
by Dylan Thomas (via bluecheeseandchilipeppers
In her inestimable audacity, Julia was the catalyst in my life for something beautiful. I hadn’t anticipated her—hadn’t even wanted her, truthfully—but there she was. A little something extra that made all the difference in the world.
by Cathleen Falsani, Sin Boldly: A Field Guide for Grace
Death, taxes and childbirth! There’s never any convenient time for any of them.
by Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
i have not posted properly in such a long time. my head has been like a thunderstorm but maybe now we are settling to a light rain. things are beginning to calm down and get easier. i am looking forward to next week and i will write more poetry and finish the book in started on my lunch break at work today.
It’s easy to dream, harder to work. we all wanna be with the sky, but nobody wants to be apart of the dirt.