madison harvey ; 19 ; karratha, western australia
i'm useless at these introduction things.

lmaoalien:

plot twist: another harry potter book comes out about all their kids

shouldnt:

even if you hate the kardashians you still want to be a kardashian


Here’s my two cents on love:
It’s not about tallying up the number of times of who’s right and who’s wrong. It’s not flashing your affection on social media sites with hashtag ‘cutestcouple’. Hell, it’s not about finding galaxies underneath your lover’s skin or about chartering constellations in their eyes. It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, shooting the shit because no one understands their dry sense of humor more than you. It’s laughing so hard that water comes spewing out of your nose but them still finding you every bit kissable. It’s putting up with that innate grumpiness on a Sunday morning. It’s tossing aside that ego and washing the dishes when they come home tired and exhausted from work – even though you’ve been doing it for the past two months. It’s babbling on and on at three in the morning until your mouth runs dry and not giving a damn about whether or not they question your sanity – because you know they’d never leave.
Love is relentless, patient, and powerful.
Darling, you’ll know whether or not you’ve been in love; it takes just about every fiber of your being to not feel the fire burning inside of your chest. And I’m warning you now – it’s not a fire to be reckoned with.
Jennifer P., Love is you
http://the-quiet-screams.tumblr.com

Here’s my two cents on love:

It’s not about tallying up the number of times of who’s right and who’s wrong. It’s not flashing your affection on social media sites with hashtag ‘cutestcouple’. Hell, it’s not about finding galaxies underneath your lover’s skin or about chartering constellations in their eyes. It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, shooting the shit because no one understands their dry sense of humor more than you. It’s laughing so hard that water comes spewing out of your nose but them still finding you every bit kissable. It’s putting up with that innate grumpiness on a Sunday morning. It’s tossing aside that ego and washing the dishes when they come home tired and exhausted from work – even though you’ve been doing it for the past two months. It’s babbling on and on at three in the morning until your mouth runs dry and not giving a damn about whether or not they question your sanity – because you know they’d never leave.

Love is relentless, patient, and powerful.

Darling, you’ll know whether or not you’ve been in love; it takes just about every fiber of your being to not feel the fire burning inside of your chest. And I’m warning you now – it’s not a fire to be reckoned with.

Jennifer P., Love is you

http://the-quiet-screams.tumblr.com

tresantes:

fruit salad 

*deep voice* yummy yummy