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northern girl, autumnborn, strange & sparkly, stubbornly full of hope, overemotional optimist, hopeless romantic. has probably touched glitter today.

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artycmonkeys:

Frederic Leighton, The Fisherman and the Syren (c. 1857) // Arctic Monkeys, 505 (2007)

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

- The Descendants (via joytootheworld)

Real love is being haunted! If you don’t love me enough to dig up my corpse you can go home.

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Actual Gothic Heroine Wilhelminamurray of Tumblr (via rin-tohsaka)

# word to my homies out on the moors

(via wilhelminamurray)

Sometimes we need to stop and say “Thank you for loving me.”

It is such a simple thing to say yet it carries so much weight, whether it is with a spouse while you both read your books or it’s with a friend who has been with you through thick and thin or it is to a family member who has loved you from the start.

Those words, that thought, the action of saying it to them with purpose and truth can mean the world to them. Because after all, they mean enough for you to say “Thank you for loving me.”

- T.B. LaBerge // Go Now 

graphitedoll:

"True Love comes in many forms"

since i’ve equated a few of my favorite dreamworks movies to celestial bodies, i wanted to do something similar with a few disney/pixar movies that i love and love seems to be just the right theme !!

remember to buy gifts for your mom! there’s only 1 week left to prepare !!

Hi! I just started following you today but I already love you and your story is so beautiful I think it's so cute that you call him Maestro and when I read it, and right now again, I am crying, I'm so happy for you, but you must tell me how you met him and when you knew he was the one for you I want the whole romantic beautiful story!
? cdaae

First of all, YOU SWEET DARLING YOU, THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE I CAN’T EVEN DEAL WITH IT?!  It was so lovely of you to go out of your way to send something like this, my heart is just fit to burst with all the love I’ve been feeling lately. <33333333333333

And oh good golly gosh…this could get quite long!  

We met while we were in high school - I joke that he’s both my Erik and my Raoul, since he’s a composer/pianist/music teacher/general antisocial Mr. Grumpy Gills, but he’s also my first love. ^^;;;; He was super into me and pined away for me from afar for a really long time while I had a crush on someone else. I was still getting over my crush when we first began dating, but one day everything just clicked and fell into line like “oh, gosh, that’s exactly it.” I remember the exact moment it happened - I saw him playing from across the room and my eyes opened and my heart opened and I just went “oh.”

…to make what still apparently wants to be a very long story slightly shorter, we had a very tempestuous relationship and we broke up that summer.  We tried to be friends, but the romantic attachment never went away, so we stopped being friends. We tried to move on, since we’d broken each other’s hearts.

He got engaged to someone else, I got engaged to someone else. He broke it off with her, I broke it off with my ex a year or so afterwards (two months before the wedding - that’s a different story for a different time).  We reached out to each other during these times, but during my crisis he was my constant, the rock that kept me steady without asking for anything in return. Of course, he was still in love with me (and I him!) but I didn’t want to admit either of those things at the time. 

A year after that, we started dating again, and it’s been…how do I even describe it? It’s basically magic.  We challenge each other emotionally, intellectually, and artistically; we have more fun together than we have any right to.  We’re temperamentally very different, but the same drives motivate us. 

I knew - we both knew - because it was always sort of as if we’d already worked it all out somewhere.  That it was always going to happen this way, despite the tempestuousness and the strange way our neuroses interact. It just is, and it always was. 

(This feels like the time to mention that I have a maestro tag for things having to do with him and things that remind me of him, and a the muse and her maestro tag for “us” type things. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TUMBLR SAVIOR THESE TAGS!!!! I am sure they will be getting a lot of use!)

christinedaae:

I sometimes think that I must have done something quite good in a past life to deserve the one I have now, because I am an extremely lucky girl.

Someday I’ll write a novel or a screenplay about it, because our love story’s always been a bit on the unbelievable side anyway.

We’re lucky. What else can I say? He’s the love of my life, and he looks at me like I hung the stars in the sky. I’m the love of his life, and the prospect of spending the rest of my life with him feels like I’m about to embark on the most amazing adventure (and frankly, I am). We’re so, so lucky.

(I know that it looks like I am surprised/about to cry in that first picture, but I am actually giggling at the fact that Maestro can’t work my phone camera. ^^;  For the record, it is SUPER HARD to take a remotely-attractive picture of one’s own hand!  I have no excuses for how hard it was to get a picture of the two of us, though. 

My (fairy) Godmother presented me with a glass slipper I gave to her when I was very young upon hearing of our engagement, and my mother immediately rushed over with a bottle of pink champagne when I told her…not to mention the countless texts and calls and wonderful conversations we’ve received from so many of the amazing people in our lives.  It’s so wonderful that everyone is so ridiculously happy for us - maybe nearly as happy as we two are, ourselves. <3)

YOU GUYS THE RESPONSE HERE HAS LEFT ME COMPLETELY OVERWHELMED :D

You are all SO KIND and SO WONDERFUL and I am SO GLAD you are all SO HAPPY too!!!!!! :D!!!!!!!

We are ridiculously excited, and I’m glad to be able to share that with you all as well. <33333

It feels as though I have a string, tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion.

- Mr. Rochester, Jane Eyre (via itsbigger-on-theinside)

singingtomysoul:

arseniccupcakes:

SO MUCH LADY LOVE

I LOVE GISELLE YOU GUYS 

No, but what gets me in this movie

is that every woman is beautiful to Giselle.

Women who wear suits and aren’t cute and petite. Women with wide hips and large rear ends and small breasts. Women who are black and white and every other ethnicity she came across, I’m sure. Women with straight hair and natural hair and grey hair. Older women and middle-aged women and young women.

Everyone is beautiful to Giselle. There’s no reason anyone wouldn’t be beautiful. There’s no reason beauty should ever be just one thing, that being a princess should ever be just one thing.

Everyone is a princess to Giselle, and if one of the princesses politely corrected her and said they were a prince she’d probably nod earnestly and talk about how dashing and handsome they looked too.

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