Avalanche: Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a...

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Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when…

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honeylemonwhiskey:

Gagawin ko ito sa lalaking mapapangasawa ko :”>

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Relationship Tip: Don’t let your girlfriend wait for so long. Girls have hearts, and feelings too. No matter how much they love you, if they gave up because you’re unintentionally making her feel worthless, it’s over.

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I think we spend too much time wondering why we’re not good enough. We spend too much time overanalyzing, overthinking, and overreacting. We waste too much time putting ourselves down, so much that we don’t ever stop to see that well, we are good enough. You are good enough. We spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed, and never get a chance to look up from the ground and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day.
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Take 2 minutes to smile :)

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aznzecross: paperheartt: Intimacy [from a guy’s perspective] Sure we don’t get to physically see one another often, but her voice compensates for the loss. Although we’re not physically in contact, it’s almost as if her voice becomes tangible, it’s soft and strangely addicting to the ear. Every night, I’m slothing around my room just talking to her over the phone. Sometimes I’ll lay in my bed listening to her tell me stories, and sometimes I end up on the floor— but you know, when you’re carelessly talking to someone like her, the carpet suddenly has the capability to be just as comfortable as a bed. I get her in my bed almost every night, just being intimate— nonono, not like that. Just pillow talk. Intimacy isn’t necessarily always physical, and I think people forget that sometimes. People also forget that constantly talking isn’t necessarily communication. So when she tells me about her day, I listen because I’m interested. Her day isn’t dressed in sexy lingerie, it’s just a day like any other day, and I’m interested even when the line goes silent and she’s fast asleep. People have to share these moments, because that’s what intimacy is: sharing.  So when she tells me a joke, and our laughter overlaps, the emotion we share is as intimate as it gets. We’re in contact, yet not in contact at all. It’s as if the coarseness of my voice, and the sweetness of hers just clash to compose some sort of harmony. Our bodies aren’t overlapping, but our laughter was intertwining us into something intimate, an entanglement between us that is too difficult unravel. I guess you can say she touched my heart with her voice. The voice equivalent to her touch.. It’s almost like I can feel it. It’s soft and strangely addicting. Nearly tangible. It’s intimacy..

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paperheartt:

Intimacy

[from a guy’s perspective] Sure we don’t get to physically see one another often, but her voice compensates for the loss. Although we’re not physically in contact, it’s almost as if her voice becomes tangible, it’s soft and strangely addicting to the ear.

Every night, I’m slothing around my room just talking to her over the phone. Sometimes I’ll lay in my bed listening to her tell me stories, and sometimes I end up on the floor— but you know, when you’re carelessly talking to someone like her, the carpet suddenly has the capability to be just as comfortable as a bed.

I get her in my bed almost every night, just being intimate— nonono, not like that. Just pillow talk. Intimacy isn’t necessarily always physical, and I think people forget that sometimes. People also forget that constantly talking isn’t necessarily communication. So when she tells me about her day, I listen because I’m interested. Her day isn’t dressed in sexy lingerie, it’s just a day like any other day, and I’m interested even when the line goes silent and she’s fast asleep. People have to share these moments, because that’s what intimacy is: sharing. 

So when she tells me a joke, and our laughter overlaps, the emotion we share is as intimate as it gets. We’re in contact, yet not in contact at all. It’s as if the coarseness of my voice, and the sweetness of hers just clash to compose some sort of harmony. Our bodies aren’t overlapping, but our laughter was intertwining us into something intimate, an entanglement between us that is too difficult unravel. I guess you can say she touched my heart with her voice. The voice equivalent to her touch.. It’s almost like I can feel it. It’s soft and strangely addicting. Nearly tangible. It’s intimacy..

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