Love does not always have to be this mountain top experience, but it does need to be as constant as a mountain; never moving, always steady and willing to stay.

(Source: crackjuice, via langleav)

distantheartbeats:

Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

distantheartbeats:

Jhumpa Lahiri, The Lowland

I know that I’m hard to love. Some days I’m all smiles and affection and then other days there’s nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.

Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won’t want to talk to you. Other days I’ll think that you’re the most perfect person in the world.

Please don’t give up on me. I know it’s not easy but I’ll always come back to you.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring barque,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
If your affections are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed.

“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”