Rachel McAdams & Ryan Gosling winning the Best Kiss award in 2005
I’m reading this right now, & they are so perfect it hurts
SO MUCH LOVE
Photographer’s girlfriend leads him around the world
Man I’ve reblogged this like 3 times already.. I never do that. But I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, SON!
wow, this is amazing
the hopeless romantic in me just squealed
she will sing it to me and scream it at me
and I will never tell her to quiet down
she will say it when I tell her to go to bed
when I tell her she can’t have anymore candy
or watch anymore television
“no” will be my daughter’s favorite word
not only will I teach her how to say it
but I will teach her to repeat it over and over
again until every single atom in her tiny little body
hums with it
If it makes her less soft than the other girls
I will take her to museums and show her
what marble and stone can become
I will brush her hair and let her wear whatever
whatever that makes her
she will know
that the world has been built upon “no’s”
upon rejections and refusals and swords
if this makes her a warrior in a field of
flowers, then she will walk without fear
of being trampled on
the first word I teach my daughter will be
and when she grows up
in a world that tells her
she can’t walk down the street by herself
that “no” will be heard
it will roar and echo down the block
and she will never be told to keep
she will not know the meaning of the word.
tell me your least favorite word,
I will tell you mine.
it is the worst five syllables
to have ever left your mouth.
will you ever love me?
are you going to fix this?
is the storm coming?
try to tell me that this is a promise
this mouthful of acid rain
this broken wishbone
this blind glimpse into the future.
am I going to die?
eventually everything ends.
eventually you will stop wanting me.
eventually you will realize that want
has nothing to do with love.
tell me your favorite word,
the one that tastes like honey
on the tip of your tongue,
the one that makes your fingers
twitch with longing.
will you come back?
that is a promise.
I slid that word under the cracked
foundation of my home
and it’s still standing the way it did
when you left.
tell me you mean it this time,
as your eyes watch the door
while I think of every possible way
to make you stay.
it’s going to rain soon.
I can hear it in your voice.
eventually, the storm will come.
it always does.
|—||eventually. always. (via alonesomes)|
“If you could give one piece of advice, what would it be?”
“Be in love.”
“How many times have you been in love?”
And then he walked away.
A friend is someone who will hide behind a snow penis to throw up snow jizz while you’re ferociously hugging it.