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Marla. Maryland. 20. Lesbian.
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I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn’t the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
― Clarissa Vaughan, The Hours (2002)

(Source: anuclearmystic)

Anonymous: instagram??

My username is on my blog lol but its @marlamarvaso

Anonymous: why do you wanna move to NY?

NY is amazing…. I should say NYC though. The city atmosphere is something I find extremely intriguing and for as long as I can remember I’ve always wanted to move there. Plus I will be super close to my girlfriend 😏

I realllllly want to move to New York like unbelievable amounts. I honestly give it another year and I’m almost positive I’ll be there.

sanfrancisko: (liamsford)

anewdayfornewmusic:

Wild Horses (The Voice Performance) / Sarah Simmons

I’m in complete love with this angels voice

Ok where’s the off switch in my brain because I really need to hit it right now

need
levul: thunderpopcola: This is how you lose her.  You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. You must remember when she forgets.  You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. She remembers when you forget.  You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good. You must learn her.  You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.  You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her. This… wow.