二人で踊る　どこまでも一緒

二人で踊る　どこまでも一緒

You make this life feel so worthwhile. 

My current situation does not have to be my final destination. I choose to live and love in hopes of having more chances;  rather than die without trying. Because if living and dying were the same, if laughing and crying made no difference- I’d choose to live and laugh, just to see what lies beyond tomorrow. I will live for every tomorrow that I am graced to have still.

Oh my dear, there’s times when I cry about how much I love you.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing, means absolutely everything to me.

(via teenagecrush)

I just wanna be yours.

i don’t remember what i said but i remember your laugh and oh my /god/ i’d do anything to make you laugh like that again

There is a surprising lack of infp x infp content anywhere... The only information I have found so far indicates it to be a flip of the coin relationship. It’s either hell or heaven. Not to mention the fact that one of the infps will have to ‘play the role’ of a personality that engages more than a normal infp is comfortable with uuuuu Ive sort of known this since first trying to date him but wow I am no stranger to taking charge when it’s needed. I mean it’s not all that bad. I just wasn’t used to it and scared back then ;;;;  Wish there were more irl examples and discussions on this interesting matter. I don’t want to judge our possible relationship solely on this alone... Because I know I can be an engager when I want to be and if I somehow open his shell a little more- maybe he can too. 

I fear he has found love elsewhere. But even so I will still stand by his side when he needs me. I will still love him- even if it kills me. Lovesick fools we indeed are...

For my dearest friend, how I wish I had never broken your heart.

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

Jim Butcher, White Night (via infpquotes)