The fact that I’ll be able to kiss his lips, hug him, feel his breath on my neck, snuggle up against him, fall asleep beside him, smell his body wash after a shower and have his clothes lying everywhere, see his boots by our bedroom door, make him dinner, just be able to physically SEE and TOUCH his face and body in less than a month it completely and totally mind blowing to me. It’s all finally coming to an end and I literally couldn’t be anymore excited. I’m ready to spam facebook and IG with tons of pictures because I don’t think I’ve ever missed someone as much as I’ve missed him as much as I have these past couple months in my life. So, so, soooooo soon and I’ll be holding him in my arms.
"I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2 a.m. 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 12 a.m. 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 their 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."
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"Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness. Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way. And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film."
Letters From Nowhere (via uniquefantasy)
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sweetlydisturbed asked: Hey I was wondering if you could tell me about you're experience about getting married young. Did you have a big wedding ? Me and my fiancé are going to elope next month. I'm scared out of my mind. I'm scared of us regretting it. Him resenting me. I'm scared of going into a world I don't understand when it comes to base living etc. any advice would be greatly appreciated.
Hi love! I’m sorry, I am just now seeing this message. I’m not quite sure how long ago you sent it. But here it goes: I moved down here to AR on February 17th, 2012. We had talked about getting married for months and just doing it, so on the 19th he proposed, and on the 21st we were married. He had told his family, I didn’t tell any of mine or my friends which I really regret now. I did it because I was scared of their thoughts/opinions when the reality of it was, it shouldn’t have mattered because if they loved me they would’ve been happy for me anyways. We eloped at the court house. This year, November 23, 2013, we are having our big celebration wedding with all of our family and friends. So like I said, the only thing I wish I had done differently was not keep it a secret for a few months. The people who I would’ve told in a heart beat were also the people I was afraid of hurting by my decisions, but in the end, I ended up hurting them even worse and I hate that so much.
Don’t be scared. You both have to be 100% faithfully and wholeheartedly into a big step like this. You both have to be sure this is what you both want and is what is best for the both of you. I’m not going to sit here and say that our marriage up until now has been rainbows and butterflies because it hasn’t. We’ve struggled a lot between finances, situations out of our control, just learning and growing with each other. But I can honestly say that marrying him was the best decision I’ve ever made. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into when we walked into the legal office of the courthouse to sign our marriage license. But you also won’t know until you do take that step. Marriage is a beautiful thing. It’s a wonderful thing. If you’re eloping, make it special. Make it memorable. Make it so that in 15 years when you look back and show your kids, they can be so just in love with the fact that their parents were so in love with each other that they couldn’t wait for the rest of their lives to start together. Talk about these things with him. The first step to a successful marriage is communication, so this is a good place to start. :)
What about base living and stuff are you concerned about? Anything specific? :)