i believe in love in the grander scheme of things. it’s nice to know that it is possible to find someone who thinks the world of you, who “thinks the sun shines up your ass.” i am such a self confessed hopeless romantic. i cannot help but think that my faith in romance and that kind of love is only because i’ve convinced my self i am not built for it. i hope not.

(via pigtailsbowsxsandos)

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.

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“I’m a feminist, but I think that romance has been taken away a bit for my generation. I think what people connect with in novels is this idea of an overpowering, encompassing love - and it being more important and special than anything and everything else.”

(via zoe-grahams)

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judywald:

Dress, pale pink roses with a ribbon in back.  Romance.

I BEG YOUR PARDON, the frilly blushing girl came out to play. too girly for me to pull off, but on someone else, wow that’s pretty!

(via behindthesnapshot)

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.

nadihoboo:

Enchanted - Owl City (reply to Taylor Swift’s song)

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired, lonely place
Walls of insincerity
Shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

Your eyes whispered “have we met?”
Across the room your silhouette starts to make it’s way to me
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
Oh Taylor I was so enchanted to meet you too

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go
I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you too

The lingering question kept me up
2AM, who do you love?
I wondered till I’m wide awake
Now I’m pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door
I’d open up and you would say,
Hey it was enchanting to meet you
Oh Taylor I was so enchanted to meet you too

This is me praying that this was the very first page
Not where the story line ends
My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again
These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon
I was enchanted to meet you too
Please don’t be in love with someone else
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you
Please don’t be in love with someone else
Please don’t have somebody waiting on you

I was never in love with someone else
I never had somebody waiting on me
‘Cause you were all of my dreams come true
And I just wish you knew 
Taylor I was so in love with you

Dearest Taylor,

I’ll be the first to admit I’m a rather shy boy and since music is the most eloquent form of communication I can muster, I decided to record something for you — as sort of a “reply” to the breathtaking song on your current record.  This is what I wanted so badly to tell you in person but could never quite put into words:

Everything about you is lovely. You’re an immensely charming girl with a beautiful heart and more grace and elegance than I know how to describe. You are a true princess from a dreamy fairy tale and above all, I just want you to know… I was enchanted to meet you too.

Love,

Adam

IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT THE ARTISTS IN QUESTION, THOUGH I AM MORE AN ADAM YOUNG FAN THAN A TAYLOR SWIFT FAN. but the story of this recording, which is a male version of this song and the love note that accompanies it might be the sweetest stories i’ve ever come across. ♥

When I say romantic, I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesn’t know what the fuck it is, it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, and that can mean vast things. That sort of mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song.

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floatingsky:

ashalee: yellowteabag: livier92: sameolddance: nightley:

Pride & Prejudice (2005)

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keats poem on Flickr - Photo Sharing! on we heart it