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I am no expert on love,
But I have a few suggestions to keeping your love alive.
1- Don’t fall asleep angry. But if you do, wake up in the middle of the night and hold her as close as you can.
2- Laugh during sex, especially if you bump heads. If you aren’t laughing, you’re with the wrong person.
3- If you don’t feel comfortable dancing naked with your partner and showing them your four chins when you laugh, you’re doing it wrong.
4- Romance isn’t for everyone, but a post-it note in their lunchbox telling them they’re the best will never go amiss.
5- Don’t cling to them at parties. Dance with friends and spend time with acquaintances, but wink at each other across the room.
6- Keep everything 50/50, or you will fall out of balance.
7- Stop comparing your relationship to others- you are you, don’t try to be someone else.
8- Be kind. Give them space when they need it, but be their home when they come back.
9- Be proud to love them.
10- Support them through whatever they do in life, even if it’s a stupid decision. People need to make their own mistakes, but be there if it falls apart, and never say ‘I told you so’.
And most of all, love with your whole heart, or don’t love at all.
(via little-dyke)

True true

towritepoems

I’ve heard that the first
time you fall in love,
you stop growing as
a singular person and
instead learn how to
evolve with what is
in front of you,
like the trees that grow
in loopedy-loops through
corporate windows and
flowers desperately sprouting
through the cracks of the sidewalk.

I’ve heard that the first
time you fall in love,
you revert to a childlike
state of dependency,
where Freud believes the
first stage of the personality
develops through the
ever-hungry need for oral
satisfaction. When you were
a baby, you had your thumb
in your mouth but now you’ve
got a tongue down your throat
and you don’t tell them that
you’re a big girl and you’ve
moved past that.

I’ve heard that the first
time you fall in love,
you ignore that enough is
enough. Your hands are
sweating and clammy but you
won’t let theirs go. Every touch
is a thunderstorm in itself and
you understand why people stick
knives in power outlets
because if liking electricity
makes you sick you feel as if
you never want to get better.

People spend their whole
lives searching for the person
that will fold their laundry
the way they like it but
the point is I forgot
a part of myself on your
bedroom floor and I can’t
find the courage to ring
your doorbell so you can
let me in to get it.

k.p.k, Done (via towritepoems)