Love Quotation - Tumblr Posts
I have always loved people in a way that would allow them to tear me apart. it took me far too long to realize I should stop loving people who are willing to do that to me.
Being attracted to someone's way of thinking is a whole different level of attraction.
You can't make someone love you by giving them more of what they already don't appreciate.
I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me.
And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together.
And I hope your throat tightens up and it finally hits you. You never should have let me go. But you did anyways.
Normalize seeing inconsistency as a red flag. Never let their mixed signals fool you - indecision is a decision. You deserve someone who is unquestionably loyal, consistent, and sure about you.
People who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.
In the dance of love and care, it's strange how swiftly people replace you, despite claiming affection's vow.
No one notices your tears, no one notices your sadness, no one notices your pain but they all notice your mistakes.
I WANT A REAL RELATIONSHIP. I want a real conversation, not just a chain of texts. I want to be able to express feelings to each other, not send shots subliminally on social media. I want both love and sex to be sacred, not just something you can easily get in and out of. I want a bond filled with trust, not constant insecurities and jealousy. I want A PARTNERSHIP.
It wasn't freedom she wanted. It was belief in something - a prize big enough to run for and to fight for and to keep on reaching toward no matter what.
Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lover are.
My love is unconditional, but your presence in my life is not. The moment that you prove that your value of me does not measure up to my sense of self-worth, l'll have no problem unconditionally loving the memory of you and moving on.
To love someone is firstly to confess:
I'm prepared to be devastated by you.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.