Samantha: But the heart’s not like a box that gets filled up. It expands in size the more you love.
From the 1961 Edgar Allan Poe film, Tales of Terror.
Keaton Henson - Party Song
And I can’t see your face anymore, but if I could, it wouldn’t look like before.
This is how I imagine my college is using my tuition money.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
Clementine von Radics, All That’s Left To Tell (via unbloom)