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onedaymoriarty:

blueyesandspitfire:

relativisticquantumstringtheory:

Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night in a different light.

I. Starry Night - Harry Potter

II. Starry Night - Lord of the Rings

III. Starry Night - The Nightmare Before Christmas

IV. Starry Night - Star Wars

V. Starry Night - Godzilla

VI. Starry Night - Batman

VII. Starry Night -The Lion King

VII. Starry Night - Dr. Who

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I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back it its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night. Henry Rollins (via claireyb) +
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DISTANCE.

jessicaeamie:

Noun:
An amount of space between two things or people.

I’m going to try and break this down, just a little.

“An amount of space” space can be anything from an inch to a mile to hundreds of miles.

Nobody can define anyone’s love wether they are an inch or miles away from each other. Who can say that just because you are “insert miles here” away from each other that defines the strength of your love? Inches, miles, cm or km does not define STRENGTH. Nor will it ever.

Couples who are in “LDR’s” generally have more trust, loyalty and love than “normal distance” relationships.

Q)Why is that?
A) We spend more time apart than together, we experience our difficult times now, after the months, years of travelling we’ll finally be together everyday. That’s what we aim towards. I trust and love my boyfriend more than myself. And I know exactly why I do. LOVE. When your crazy about someone you don’t even have to question your feelings, you’ve no doubts and how cliché but you really, just know…

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In the Distance: OK.. Explaining a LDR to morons!

inthedistancepr-ne:

A few people understand and respect my relationship. But.. How do I explain to a bunch of morons that I can be faithful, committed, happy, in love, fall in love before we met in person, that we have an amazing connection, that have a lot of communication, we can know when one of us is mad, sad or…

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shiwangwang:

I wish that I could hold you now. I wish that I could touch you now. I wish that I could talk to you be with you somehow.

shiwangwang:

I wish that I could hold you now. I wish that I could touch you now. I wish that I could talk to you be with you somehow.

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wicked-dinosaur:

The reason why I wake up smiling!<3

wicked-dinosaur:

The reason why I wake up smiling!<3

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