As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love.
And maybe — maybe — love will arrive, and remain. That could happen. There’s no obvious reason for love’s skittishness (though there is as well no obvious reason for the behaviour of neutrons). It’s all about patience. Isn’t it? Patience, and the refusal to abandon hope.
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on.
Ugh this melts my heart. He’s so heavenly.
My heart, it aches
(Source: , via salty--breeze)
"Heaven needed an angel", they said