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THIS IS EVERYTHING.
Teddy Rose @itswillymoon
When I was I teenage tragedy, broke and sleeping on my friends floors, couches, jumping train barriers and doing anything I could to survive… I had to sell a lot of things that were precious to my heart and the last reminders I had of a wonderful life and the family I may never have again. One of those things was my childhood Teddy… “Teddy Rose” which was a collectible rare recreation of one if the worlds first teddy bears made in the 1920s. She was beautiful, and after 10 years together she was everything to me… So when she sold and I sent her off to her new home I heard my heart break louder than a grenade to a glasshouse. I wasn’t devastated, just truly empty, serratedly vacuous and acidic at best.
I used the money (of all those things I sold) to buy a plane ticket to Hollywood, which got me where I am today. But a few days ago my husband surprised me… After weeks of searching everywhere he had found the exact bear, my Teddy Rose, and after 10 years apart he bought her back for me as a surprise.
You are wonderful and beautiful @itswillymoon …wherever you are I am home. I adore Teddy Rose… but most of all I adore you and I will be forever yours. ❤️
My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.
Maya Angelou (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Always set small, realistic goals that you know you can achieve first. But don’t give up on the bigger ones that may seem too far from your reach.
― W.D. Lady (via psych-quotes)
Rain is good for romance. Walk through any city on a rainy day and you’re bound to see this: couples close and happy under a shared umbrella, one’s hand wrapped around the other’s on the handle. Or getting gloriously drenched together, usually grinning and soaking wet, the hell with an umbrella. Or head to head at small tables under outdoor cafe awnings. Pretending they stopped here to keep out of the rain, but really using the excuse to sit close together and touch a lot. Others enter a store laughing, laughing at their wetness, delighted about everything. They don’t want to buy anything; they’re just using this dry place as an intermission. A happy older couple across the restaurant helping each other dry off. They’re chatting animatedly for the first time in days, comparing notes about walking hand in hand through the storm to get here. They’re both famished now. Something about walking in the rain. They’ll eat like champions.
Days like these stay with you. A long time later you’ll ask— remember the crazy time we got caught in that storm? And their eyes will light up. Of course they remember. Guaranteed.
Rain is good for romance.
Jonathan Carroll (via browndresswithwhitedots)
The heat of autumn is different from the heat of summer. One ripens apples, the other turns them to cider.
Jane Hirshfield (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze,
a trail for the devil to erase