“I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it, or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs because it is, or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love, is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed, it’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch talking about how they were only so young when they’re parents passed on. it’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking—without ever asking, it’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition, it’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between, it’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do, in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it.” —(via loveyourchaos)
So sorry to hear about your grandfather, he sounds like he was a wonderful man. Give your son and husband a big hug; this too will pass. He sounds like the sort of guy who would want you to treasure the good times and his life well lived. All of my best wishes lovely XO
Thank you so much for your kind words, although you really need not be on anon to say these things. xx
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” —Zelda Fitzgerald (via larmoyante)
Put a random word in my ask
And I will tell you a fact about myself that relates to that word.
“You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand.” —Dylan Moran (via jesseharding)
“The moment when a memory aches.” —Beach house’s “Wishes” (via girlinlondon)