I Think Love Is When I Put Myself To Bed Even When Im Tired, And I Carry Myself Up The Stairs Even Though

i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.

nothing to add to this you said it all..

Portrait of Urania🌙

Author unknown (British School, 19th century)

(A.Timchenko: "Grandma and grandpa, USSR, 1960s)

Gde se sad nalaziš pitanje je za kosmonaute jer arheolozi nikada neće naći tvoje kosti Umrla si, a još ne znaš kako, umrla si, a još ne znaš zbog čega Mora da je smrt željna  tebe kao i ja *Rade Šupić*

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: June 19. Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don't find yourself. END ID]

Vintage “Typewriter” charm in gold, pearl, ruby and sapphire.