All posts tagged love
All posts tagged love
Sherlock Jr is my absolute favorite Buster Keaton film.
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Is there really any question? Family, to me, revolves around love, nurturing, and a bond stronger than any blood bond. Do you concur?
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Full of promise.
(Source: seasonal-love, via theofficialjoker)
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
(via rainysolitude)
Lovely and endearing.
rainysolitude: Love, love… in the man’s heart is solitude.
I love this response. Esp. “This doesn’t exactly make her a strong female role model… though she is smart, physically capable, etc… she is not exactly independent. She keeps returning to what is basically an abusive relationship. But then, she’s a villain. And this is Gotham. Everyone is all kinds of fucked up.”
And it’s driving me mad. I love this one!
Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love is all you need.
Did I mention how often burntsnowstorm takes my breath away. Yearning eloquently described.
burntsnowstorm: A hundred letters, never written, all saying “I love you” in silence.
You can’t make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.
Caleb Followill (via sunsetsontheeastside) :)
This is why I love Sara. Well, I mean it’s one of the myriad reasons, but it’s one of my favorite reasons. Because I have seen her actually use this tactic. It can actually work.
(via crush42)

<3
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:)
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Phyllis: Mr. Neff, why don’t you drop by tomorrow evening about eight-thirty. He’ll be in then.
Walter Neff : Who?
Phyllis : My husband. You were anxious to talk to him weren’t you?
Walter Neff : Yeah, I was, but I’m sort of getting over the idea, if you know what I mean.
Phyllis : There’s a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.
Walter Neff : How fast was I going, officer?
Phyllis : I’d say around ninety.
Walter Neff : Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.
Phyllis : Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.
Walter Neff : Suppose it doesn’t take.
Phyllis : Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.
Walter Neff : Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.
Phyllis : Suppose you try putting it on my husband’s shoulder.
Walter Neff : That tears it.