How silently the heart pivots on its hinge.
— Jane Hirshfield, “Not Moving Even One Step” (via helplesslyamazed)

We didn’t grow up, we grew in, like ivy.
Sarah Kay - Private Parts
is being absolutely fucking heels-over-head-crazy about your girlfriend despite every obstacle and knowing that you’re going to have a fucking bomb-ass life together, knowing that you’re one another’s partner and that it has an exponential amount of potential… and having her feel the same way back.
I think I’ve finally won in this lifetime :-) hellz ya.