reasons why ben & jerry’s ice cream is more than a comfort food
Here’s a fun fact: Teddy Roosevelt’s wife and mother both died on Feb 14th. So while you complain about being alone, let’s remember who really was forever alone on this day.
How bout his journal entry for that day though?
If that doesn’t get you right in the feels, I don’t know what does.
I can’t even imagine the heartbreak he went through that day…
Because everyone needs more cute puppies with outfits on their dash. :)
"Life is available only in the present. That is why we should walk in such a way that every step can bring us to the here and the now."
Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)
"She’s stubborn, which I love. Because I like a challenge."
"When’s the first time you realized she was stubborn?"
"We’d just graduated from college, and we were looking for jobs. She had some offers, but she said she wasn’t going to accept anything less than $35,000. That was a lot of money back in 1996. So I kept telling her: ‘Don’t be greedy. You don’t have any experience yet. Start small and work up.’ But she wouldn’t budge. And of course, she ended up getting exactly what she wanted."
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.
And I will not be afraid
of your scars.
I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via slated-stills)