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I reblog cute adorable bunnies when I’m down.

I reblog cute adorable bunnies when I’m down.

All Love No H8. I know that the No H8 Campaign is a photographic response to the passage of Proposition 8, but love is all I feel for this handsome young man right here. We’ve been together for 1 year, 9 months and there’s no sign of us losing any of the magic that was there during the first few months. We see each other every day and I still get butterflies in my stomach when I get out class, knowing that he’s there waiting for me. I consider myself very blessed to have found such a kind-hearted man. I can honestly say that I truly do learn something new from him every day. He’s so intelligent and creative. When he pulls me close into a hug I feel like time stops, whether it’s during a study break or when we’re reunited after a long day of classes and meetings. I’d go through hell and back for him. This past month we’ve been tested a lot and he was handed a big ultimatum. He proved me right and proved the world wrong. I always had faith in our love and relationship and I always knew that no matter what, he would choose me. Just like I would always choose him.  Two hands, one heart. Together we stand to face all the doubt against us in the world. Together we may fall, but together we most certainly will rise.  Cung thuong Anh mai mai.

All Love No H8.

I know that the No H8 Campaign is a photographic response to the passage of Proposition 8, but love is all I feel for this handsome young man right here. We’ve been together for 1 year, 9 months and there’s no sign of us losing any of the magic that was there during the first few months. We see each other every day and I still get butterflies in my stomach when I get out class, knowing that he’s there waiting for me. I consider myself very blessed to have found such a kind-hearted man. I can honestly say that I truly do learn something new from him every day. He’s so intelligent and creative. When he pulls me close into a hug I feel like time stops, whether it’s during a study break or when we’re reunited after a long day of classes and meetings. I’d go through hell and back for him. This past month we’ve been tested a lot and he was handed a big ultimatum. He proved me right and proved the world wrong. I always had faith in our love and relationship and I always knew that no matter what, he would choose me. Just like I would always choose him. 

Two hands, one heart. Together we stand to face all the doubt against us in the world. Together we may fall, but together we most certainly will rise. 

Cung thuong Anh mai mai.

I asked Jonathan why we weren’t studying outside because of the beautiful weather and he answered it was because there aren’t plugs outside. I proceeded to tell him that he could plug his charger into me since I had enough energy to last for days. He unplugged his charger from the outlet and literally tried to plug it into my stomach, my cheek, my arm. Then he looked at me with his big brown eyes and cutest face and said, “It won’t charge.”
Appointment with Love

By: S.I. Kishor 

            Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station.  The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time.  His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it.  In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past thirteen months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.

            He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks…

            Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros.  He had seen the grinning face of one of the Jap pilots.

            In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: “Of course you fear…all brave men do.  Didn’t King David know fear?  That’s why he wrote the Twenty-third Psalm.  Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: “Yea, though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me…” And he had remembered: he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.

            Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.

            Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven in to a gray web.  A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blanford started.  She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweetpea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon.  Besides, this girl was too young, about eighteen, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was thirty.  “Well, what of it?” he had answered.  “I’m thirty-two.”  He was twenty-nine.

            His mind went back to that book—the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp.  Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in woman’s writing.  He had always hated that writing-in habit, but these remarks were different.  He had never believed that a woman could see into a man’s heart so tenderly, so understandingly.  Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell.  He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address.  He had written, she had answered.  Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.

            For thirteen months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied.  When his letters did not arrive, she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.

            But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph.  That seemed rather bad, of course.  But she had explained: “If your feeling for me has any reality, and honest basis, what I look like won’t matter.  Suppose I’m beautiful.  I’d always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me.  Suppose I’m plain (and you must admit that this is more likely) then I’d always fear that you were only going on writing to me because you were lonely and had no one else.  No, don’t ask for my picture.  When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision.  Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that—whichever we choose…”

            One minute to six…he pulled hard on a cigarette.

            Then Lieutenant Blanford’s heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.

            A young woman was coming toward him.  Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears.  Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness.  In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.

            He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.

            “Going my way, soldier?” she murmured.

            Uncontrollable, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.

            She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past forty, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat.  She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes.  But she wore a red rose in the rumpled brown lapel of her coat.

            The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.

            Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood.  Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now.  Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.

            Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate.  His fingers gripped the small, worn, blue leather copy Of Human Bondage which was to identify him to her.  This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love—a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful…

            He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt choked by the bitterness of his disappointment.

            “I’m Lieutenant John Blandford, and you—you are Miss Meynell.  I’m so glad you could meet me.  May—may I take you to dinner?”

            The woman’s face broadened in a tolerant smile.  “I don’t know what this is all about son,” she answered.  “That young lady in the green suit, who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat.  And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she’s waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street.  She said it was some kind of a test.  I’ve got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn’t mind to oblige you.”

It’s not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell’s wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. “Tell me whom you love,” Houssaye wrote, “And I will tell you who you are.”
My Darling Jonathan, I know I’m not there with you where you are. And I know we won’t see each other for a bit of a while, but I wanted you to know that I am always with you in your heart and in your mind. Your mind carries the memories we’ve shared and your heart holds the love that burns longer than any flare.  So I send you this photo from when I was getting ready to go ice skating with you last week. We had such a fun time and I loved teaching you how to do squizzles! Holding hands and gliding across the ice. How you’d pull me close and kiss my cheek. How I’d show off my skating skills just so I could skate back and show the world that I was your girlfriend.  You’re my Knight in Shining Armor. My Prince. My King. My Everything.

My Darling Jonathan,

I know I’m not there with you where you are. And I know we won’t see each other for a bit of a while, but I wanted you to know that I am always with you in your heart and in your mind. Your mind carries the memories we’ve shared and your heart holds the love that burns longer than any flare. 

So I send you this photo from when I was getting ready to go ice skating with you last week. We had such a fun time and I loved teaching you how to do squizzles! Holding hands and gliding across the ice. How you’d pull me close and kiss my cheek. How I’d show off my skating skills just so I could skate back and show the world that I was your girlfriend. 

You’re my Knight in Shining Armor. My Prince. My King. My Everything.

lovebeatshate: ayitshernikkipandacheese: Boy : My heart hurts ,  Girl : Why ? Boy : Cos’ its been crying out for you but you cant hear it .. Girl : ( * Listens to heart beat ) Boy : Do you hear it ? Boy : Do you hear it telling you .. Girl : I love you too .. Boy : ( * Smiles ) Baby! It’s us if we were little! AHH! BABY! IT REALLY IS US IF WE WERE LITTLE! :) Thank you! THIS MADE MY DAY! Girls…look for a guy who will reblog things like this for you :)

lovebeatshate:

ayitshernikkipandacheese:

Boy : My heart hurts , 

Girl : Why ?

Boy : Cos’ its been crying out for you but you cant hear it ..

Girl : ( * Listens to heart beat )

Boy : Do you hear it ?

Boy : Do you hear it telling you ..

Girl : I love you too ..

Boy : ( * Smiles )

Baby! It’s us if we were little!

AHH! BABY! IT REALLY IS US IF WE WERE LITTLE! :) Thank you! THIS MADE MY DAY!

Girls…look for a guy who will reblog things like this for you :)

tyasaurus: do you know what she’s doing?? she’s just waiting for him to go “online” .. STORY OF MY LIFE :) I would do this every single solitary night. WAIT. I already do! :)

tyasaurus:

do you know what she’s doing??

she’s just waiting for him to go “online” ..

STORY OF MY LIFE :) I would do this every single solitary night. WAIT. I already do! :)

This is why I live. This is why I believe in love. This is why I know anything is possible. This is my everything. This is Jonathan Huang Van and he’s my man :) I love you, darling.

This is why I live. This is why I believe in love. This is why I know anything is possible.

This is my everything.

This is Jonathan Huang Van and he’s my man :)

I love you, darling.

When I look back on it, there wasn’t a specific moment where I thought to myself, “He’s the one.” I think my heart knew all along. That first night as we sat diagonally from each other in semi-bad moods maybe a spark went off and started a fire. A fire that will burn for ever and ever. That first night followed by our first hang out, our first lunch date, and the first time I actually drove out of my way somewhere to see a boy I truly cared about so early in the morning. I will never forget your face when I opened the door to your gold Lexus. I remember my hand shaking as I grabbed the door handle, I was so nervous. But when I moved the door out of the way, your face was shining brighter than the sun behind you. Your eyes lit up so much, making all the stars in the sky pale in comparison.  Then there was our real first date at night. How we stood outside my car and talked as you folded your arms in your navy blue sportscoat with your tie perfectly centered then opened them up to hold me close before we parted ways. And then there is the time you first kissed me on the forehead that beautiful sunny day. And our first kiss on the day it snowed 13 inches in Texas.  And as many more perfectly magical moments that have brought me to know and learn what my heart was trying to tell me from the beginning. You’re the one I have been searching for all my life. You’re who I love completely, totally, utterly. I have no doubt we were together in our past lives and if I do get reincarnated back on this earth, I will tear it apart until I find you again. Just like in What Dreams May Come, maybe one day we’ll be playing with our sailboats and see each other.  I wouldn’t spend my life with anyone else. You are perfect for me. I’ve never told anyone else that in my entire life.  You’re mine and I am yours. Eternally.

When I look back on it, there wasn’t a specific moment where I thought to myself, “He’s the one.” I think my heart knew all along. That first night as we sat diagonally from each other in semi-bad moods maybe a spark went off and started a fire. A fire that will burn for ever and ever. That first night followed by our first hang out, our first lunch date, and the first time I actually drove out of my way somewhere to see a boy I truly cared about so early in the morning. I will never forget your face when I opened the door to your gold Lexus. I remember my hand shaking as I grabbed the door handle, I was so nervous. But when I moved the door out of the way, your face was shining brighter than the sun behind you. Your eyes lit up so much, making all the stars in the sky pale in comparison. 

Then there was our real first date at night. How we stood outside my car and talked as you folded your arms in your navy blue sportscoat with your tie perfectly centered then opened them up to hold me close before we parted ways. And then there is the time you first kissed me on the forehead that beautiful sunny day. And our first kiss on the day it snowed 13 inches in Texas. 

And as many more perfectly magical moments that have brought me to know and learn what my heart was trying to tell me from the beginning. You’re the one I have been searching for all my life. You’re who I love completely, totally, utterly. I have no doubt we were together in our past lives and if I do get reincarnated back on this earth, I will tear it apart until I find you again. Just like in What Dreams May Come, maybe one day we’ll be playing with our sailboats and see each other. 

I wouldn’t spend my life with anyone else.

You are perfect for me. I’ve never told anyone else that in my entire life. 

You’re mine and I am yours.

Eternally.

Day 23 - Something That Makes You Feel Better This handsome man right here, who I am lucky to call mine. He’s simply wonderful. Before he moved away for college he used to buy me the most beautiful fresh flowers, leave love letters on my doorstep, tap my nose, give me the most AWESOME hugs, and kiss me under the stars. He’s far away now, but we’re doing just fine. When I’m having a rough patch, he does his best to help from 300 miles away. He helps me solve my problems, he says things to make me laugh, he makes me remember the good times, and if all fails, he can say *POKE* and I’ll smile right away. He knows how to melt my problems away. I thank my lucky stars for him every single day.

Day 23 - Something That Makes You Feel Better

This handsome man right here, who I am lucky to call mine. He’s simply wonderful. Before he moved away for college he used to buy me the most beautiful fresh flowers, leave love letters on my doorstep, tap my nose, give me the most AWESOME hugs, and kiss me under the stars. He’s far away now, but we’re doing just fine. When I’m having a rough patch, he does his best to help from 300 miles away. He helps me solve my problems, he says things to make me laugh, he makes me remember the good times, and if all fails, he can say *POKE* and I’ll smile right away. He knows how to melt my problems away. I thank my lucky stars for him every single day.

WHERE WERE YOU?
  • Me: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHY DID YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE FOR 18 YEARS? I WAS BUSY!!!!! I WAS EMOTIONAL! YOU'RE STABLE! YOU'RE THE GUY. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FIND ME.
  • Jonathan: why did you leave me alone =( I've been waiting for so long =(
  • Me: I didn't mean too...
  • Jonathan: WHAT.
  • Me: I searched
  • Jonathan: I DID MY BEST!!!!
  • Me: I DID MY BEST! I LOOKED!!!
  • Jonathan: WHO SAID I WAS ALWAYS STABLE? I LOOKED!!! EVERYWHERE. HIGH AND LOW
  • Me: SO DID I!!! GALLERIA NORTHPARK RESTAURANTS
  • Jonathan: GALLERIA NORTHPARK
  • Me: SHOWS STORES TARGET
  • Jonathan: EVERYWHERE
  • Me: WALMART
  • Jonathan: EVERYWHERE
  • Me: GYMS
  • Jonathan: EVERYWHERE
  • Me: PARKS, TASTE OF ADDISON... I'VE BEEN WAITING. BOOKSTORES
  • Jonathan: WHAT
  • Me: I'VE BEEN WAITING
  • Jonathan: TASTE OF ADDISON???
  • Me: WTH
  • Jonathan: HAHAHAHAH
  • Me: WHAT KIND OF FUCKING GENTLEMAN ARE YOU? LEAVE A LADY WAITING?
  • Jonathan: EFF YOU. I DID WHAT I COULD ;P
  • Me: I WENT EVERY FUCKING YEAR! WHERE WERE YOU?
  • Jonathan: NO YOU DIDN'T
  • Me: I WAS TASTING MY FOOD AND HANGING OUT WITH MY BUDDIES.
  • Jonathan: JUST LIKE FOR 3 YEARS YOU WERE "ALRIGHT"
  • Me: I SKATED AT THAT SHITHOLE OF A RINK ON MIDWAY. THAT'S 2 MINUTES FROM WHERE YOU WORK. DID YOU EVEN BOTHER TO CHECK THERE?
  • Jonathan: ...BABY
  • Me: NO. but then again.
  • Jonathan: I JUST MOVED THERE LIKE 3 YEARS AGO. I WAS IN THE SHITHOLE
  • Me: I probably should've gave Jesuit a second sweep.
  • Jonathan: NEXT TO FUCKING HARRY HINES AND THE RAILROAD TRACKS. NEXT TO THE APARTMENTS WHERE THERE WERE GUNSHOTS
  • Me: yeah yeah
  • Jonathan: ...WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME
  • Me: I had that too when I was a baby. big deal
  • Jonathan: FIND ME
  • Me: we're still alive aren't we? STILL. YOUR FAULT... well, okay mine too. we sucked. granted, maybe we forgot for a while
  • Jonathan: I was lost without you
  • Me: we got distracted. I'M SORRY I GOT DISTRACTED. MAYBE IF I PUT CLUES TOGETHER WE WOULD'VE FOUND EACH OTHER AT 5...I mean babies still remember their past lives.. I should've remembered. it's my fault. I apologize.
  • Jonathan: no it's my fault. I didn't leave the right clues, but fate still knew we were meant to be =)
  • Me: mhmm!
  • Jonathan: so it granted us some timing
  • Me: granted, it's really hard when you change names..
  • Jonathan: like you ;p it's okay. we're together now, that's all that matters. now we have forever. =)
AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

loveyourchaos: kidskidskids: vanessayvonne This tiny ADORABLE creature, will you please accompany me for the remainder or your days? I promise to love you :)

loveyourchaos:

kidskidskids:

vanessayvonne

This tiny ADORABLE creature, will you please accompany me for the remainder or your days? I promise to love you :)

why am I so obssessed with buying guy clothes?

Honestly. I just love shopping for guy clothes for my brother, Dad, guy friends, etc. It’s so much FUN. Buying dress shirts, ties, pants, blazers, belts. It makes me giddy. Almost as giddy as Baby Coco hanging from the string leading up to our attic in a strangely perverted position….

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