J + V

October 21

So it is.

October 8

¿Tendría que empezar a amarte, o sólo quererte? ¿Será mejor que te deje ir ahora? ¿Será difícil si me encariño y trato dejarte ir más adelante? ¿Me perdonarás si lo intento? ¿Te enojarías si me voy?

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(Source: pensamientosinundandomialmohada, via crazyclau)

23:05

October 4

“Would you just stay with me?”
“Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we’re already fighting.”
“Well that’s what we do. We fight. You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two-second rebound rate then you’re back doing the next pain in the ass thing.”
“So what?”
“So it’s not gonna be easy, it’s gonna be really hard, and we’re gonna have to work at this everyday but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you,forever, you and me, everyday.”

“Would you just stay with me?”

“Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we’re already fighting.”

“Well that’s what we do. We fight. You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two-second rebound rate then you’re back doing the next pain in the ass thing.”

“So what?”

“So it’s not gonna be easy, it’s gonna be really hard, and we’re gonna have to work at this everyday but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you,forever, you and me, everyday.”

(Source: crystalea)

04:01
the notebook

(Source: youjustinspiredme, via crazyclau)

03:58

(via infinitephoenixsouls)

03:57

I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.

— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima Mon Amour (via pnguye)

(Source: divine-despair, via arbitrarily)

03:55