Love is patient, and that is the hardest part of love.
T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You  (via godmoves)
Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

daveygillywillymour:

"how many times are you going to listen to that song" until the void in my heart is filled

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