I like the way Diana Wynne Jones writes about love. While it's not how Hayao Miyazaki potrays relationships, where two people mentally inspire each other to live and grow and mature, it is still something more closer to my heart. She writes relationships in a way where both characters are inherently flawed and imperfect, and that that shouldn't stop them from chasing their happily ever afters. She writes love in a way where it's something that exists for everyone, in different ways, as a reassurance that no matter where you are, or what you may look like, you can be the most cherished existence to someone else.
And that someone else can be just some guy from Wales who will summon demons from hell just because of a bad hair day, will insist he's cone sold stober when he's clearly not, and will lovingly cure your arthritis. Or it can be a fierce woman who will not hesitate to yeet weed killer in the face of her feelings, likes to cut up suits to teach you a lesson, insists that the root of all her problems is her being born the eldest of three sisters, and can bring things to life with her love. And those are perfectly okay qualities for seeking a happy life.
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sometimes soulmates is "you and me, we were born to do this," sometimes it's "love's not a lightning bolt," sometimes it's "there is nothing more right than that," sometimes it's "this person, he's not gonna let you fall, he's gonna catch you, you know it, at least that's what you keep telling yourself the whole way down," sometimes it's "someone comes along, someone like you," sometimes it's "i used to think i was the only one," sometimes it's "of course i love you, but you know what that means." sometimes it's "can you please make me warm?"
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in another life — @odeonoud
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It's tough knowing exactly who your soulmate is but not being with them for whatever reason. Life isn't simple. I really wish it were, because every single day I yearn for her. Just to be near her, let alone holding her hand... Holding her... Hearing her laugh... Seeing her mischievous smile... Feeling her breath on my skin... How well I will always recall the taste of artificial strawberries on her lips. The sweet flavour of orange soda and rum on her tongue. How I hold onto those memories and long to create more. But life isn't easy. Life isn't fair.
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When Two Souls Are Meant for One Another, They Will Always Make Their Way Together
//look what I've saved here ☕
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Grover: Sir 🥺🥺 we’re so sorry but we have no idea what happened to our train cabin—
Percy and Annabeth: WHAT KIND OF STUPID ARE YOU, MR. TRAIN COP?! OOOH YOU THINK SOME TWELVE YEAR OLDS DID THIS?? SO WHAT YOU’RE GONNA ARREST US??? HUH???? POST UP
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by Molly Buford
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i hope my absence gives you the peace my love apparently never could
- nick <3
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