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“But life has plans for all people. Even if those plans separate us from the ones we love. No matter where my life takes me or yours takes you, I will love you whether there are a thousand miles between us or none at all.”

— Courtney Peppernell II Pillow Thoughts


“If I were to build a house
I’d have your arms as the walls
Your eyes as the windows
Your smile as the front door
Your heart as the fireplace
And your soul as my light
And in this house
I’d place my faith
Knowing I’d finally
found a home”

— Courtney Peppernell II Pillow Thoughts

“We were in the grocery store. You wanted ice cream even though it was cold out. You couldn’t decide which flavour and I was teasing you able being so indecisive sometimes. I suggested we just buy every flavour in the store and you laughed. It was the kind of laugh I could listen to for the rest of my life. You said I was silly and you kissed me, pressed against me so I could feel how cold the top of your nose was. You were only in sweats, hair so messy from being in bed all afternoon. And in that moment I knew I loved you more than anyone else I had ever loved. In that moment I know you were my once in a lifetime. And yet all we were doing was looking for ice cream.”

— Looking for Ice Cream | Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Thoughts.

“I don’t remember what time it was but it was late and she had fallen asleep, exhausted from the day. I had curled into her, pressed my face into the curve of her neck and she smelt the way she always does; of sweetness and flowers and all the beautiful things in life. I felt her pulse against my lips, as they rested there, connected to each beat as it found its way through her body. And I remember thinking it was so strange at first, to feel her pulse against my lips because it was so loud, and it drowned out any other feeling in that moment. It was just the beat of her heart and my lips. Then I started to think about this life that I had crawled up next to, and how important it was in my own life. And then I thought about the woman this life belonged to; with her scent of flowers and her pulse beating against my lips and I realised just how much I loved this woman and how much I valued her life and our life together. So I promised that my lips would speak only kindness to her, that they wouldn’t dare kiss anyone else, and if anybody ever hurt her, then my lips would comfort her. It was late and I felt her pulse against my lips and it reminded me of how much I loved the woman the pulse belonged to.”

— P U L S E

“We all want that. When you feel you have a purpose in someone’s life. Even if that purpose is to make toasted sandwiches on a Friday night or listen when she talks about her day. When you are holding her because she’s sad and you can feel yourself hugging the sadness away, and there is nothing that will make you move or turn around until the tears are dry and she says she’s okay. You go to sleep thinking that if tomorrow comes and you cannot kiss her, every other kiss wasn’t enough. Each day the curve of her lips and the way her hair falls down her back makes you wonder if there is anything more beautiful. And then you are reminded of all the small details; like both your toothbrushes sitting side by side on the basin, walking the dog as the day is fading away and dreaming about the things we forget as we grow older. And you feel at peace, because there is nothing more out there. Even though the world will try to convince you that the grass is always greener you know deep in your heart that it is already green over here. You see it every day, in her.”

we all want that


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Fizeram-nos acreditar que o amor mesmo, aquele amor verdadeiro, só acontece uma vez, geralmente antes dos 30 anos. Não nos contaram que o amor não é racionado nem chega com hora marcada.

Fizeram-nos acreditar que cada um de nós é a metade de uma laranja, e que a vida só ganha sentido quando encontramos a outra metade. Não contaram que já nascemos inteiros, que ninguém na nossa vida merece carregar nas costas a responsabilidade de completar o que nos falta: nós crescemos através de nós mesmos. Se estivermos em boa companhia, é só mais rápido.

Fizeram-nos acreditar numa fórmula chamada "dois em um", duas pessoas que pensam igual, agem igual, que isso era que funcionava. Não nos contaram que isso tem nome: anulação. Que só sendo indivíduos com personalidade própria é que poderemos ter uma relação saudável.

Fizeram-nos acreditar que o casamento é obrigatório e que desejos fora de hora devem ser reprimidos. Fizeram-nos acreditar que os bonitos e magros são mais amados, que os que têm pouca libido são para serem postos de lado, que os que têm muito não são confiáveis, e que sempre haverá um chinelo velho para um pé torto. Ninguém nos disse que chinelos velhos também têm o seu valor, já que não nos aleijam, e que existem mais cabeças tortas do que pés.

Fizeram-nos acreditar que só há uma fórmula de ser feliz, a mesma para todos, e os que escapam dela estão condenados à marginalidade. Não nos contaram que estas fórmulas são erradas, 
frustram as pessoas, são alienantes, e que poderíamos tentar outras alternativas menos convencionais.

Luto por um mundo onde não se acredite na metade da laranja
Voto por um mundo de seres mais conscientes, mais realistas; um mundo mais atual e menos fantasioso.
Sonho em viver num mundo onde ao me relacionar com alguém, ele não me delegue a responsabilidade de o fazer feliz.
Porque a metade de ti não existe, tu já nasceste completo.
Que sejamos felizes sozinhos, de forma individual. Que o outro seja apenas a pessoa com quem gostas de caminhar, e não as tuas 
muletas.