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\| Windswept ~ \| stephanie, 24 \| Chilean \| - Loves anime, Jpop, Kpop, doramas, books, syfy, adventure time, harry potter, tea, rainy days, winter, almonds, ponyo, pikachu, raspberry - Random Archive Ask Me Theme	Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Louis de Bernières (via tror) (…) Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Posted 10 months ago 712 notes lovex3 reblogged this from indomitabilis nancepanceee reblogged this from definitelydope the-blu-dor reblogged this from atomos lablaypbakamo reblogged this from nutrivim nutrivim reblogged this from yellowavocado and added: THIS ONE IS EFFIN FAMILIAR! WTF! *just want HIM to see this MIDDLE FINGER infront of his EFFIN FACE! marbybn reblogged this from atomos haveashoegasmwithme liked this marcialovelyy reblogged this from imjustmesasha tigershavefoundme reblogged this from tror rachelann25 liked this somethingsweettogetyouby reblogged this from imposteranewyou her-mind-sailed-away reblogged this from boxcarkatie megumiwi reblogged this from paquidermo and added: (…) Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate... megumiwi liked this babydollalice reblogged this from no-hope-kid superior-to-the-sea liked this loseyrmindandplay liked this reapegue-se reblogged this from vuts aviatricks reblogged this from longisland-lolita by-vu liked this bernbabyybern liked this callmeachamp reblogged this from etouffer e-q-u-i-d-i-s-t-a-n-t liked this musicismycure liked this boxcarkatie reblogged this from atomos alexiusmarie reblogged this from smolderinglover kelsums reblogged this from piffington viklinger reblogged this from definitelydope wishiwasgerman reblogged this from good-morninglove good-morninglove reblogged this from definitelydope lush-fuck reblogged this from piffington strawberryspwease liked this sswearbythiss liked this breakoutbaby liked this breakoutbaby reblogged this from piffington ohnonatalieohmy reblogged this from milkprincess milkprincess reblogged this from piffington piffington reblogged this from dalek-invasion theskeletongirl reblogged this from definitelydope chimchimcheree liked this omgitsmelody reblogged this from goldcoastera athousanddialects reblogged this from kisslikeyoucame lilbgotbigblueeyes reblogged this from nymphetsandfaunlets itsbeckoning reblogged this from tigerprincess staygroundedkeepgrowing liked this herhandswereneedleandthread reblogged this from kissed-by-chaos kissed-by-chaos reblogged this from thejupiteralien thejupiteralien reblogged this from concido everythingis-illuminated reblogged this from muggletum Show more notesLoading... Originally Posted by: tror Reblogged From: paquidermo Theme by: masuzetteramos www.masuzetteramos.tumblr.com

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.