southsidesprousehart:

They’re holding hands. Not a palm to palm clasp but fully fledged, fingers intertwined, metaphorical safety net. It acknowledges on both sides that they’re really out here, for the whole world to see. They’re anxious, but the swipe of a thumb caressing the back of their hands from the other reminds them no harm can come to them. Other hand wrapped around his arm, her head resting on his shoulder, their way of saying as long as we’re together, we’re going to be okay. Recognition that she is his, he is hers, and that her family is now his family, too.

pinktapegf:

anyways good night i’m gonna go indulge in my unrealistic romantic fantasies until i fall asleep

(Source: gowonsmaid, via lovereadandwrite)

esnifandosentimientos:

“Las huellas de las personas que caminaron juntas nunca, nunca, se borran.”

— Palmeras en la nieve, Luz Gabás

lolandroxd:

“¡Porque si ella no es el amor de mi vida -y sé que no me equivoqué de amor- Debí equivocarme de vida!”

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