The 'Anchor My Dream' Effect

When someone says they don't like Princess Bride

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THAT FIRST BUGHEAD KISS THOUGH. PURE PERFECTION. THERE WAS NO PRESSURE AT ALL, AND WHEN SHE STARTED TALKING ABOUT THE CAR, HE JUST WENT WITH IT. THERE WERE NO EXPECTATIONS, JUST JUGHEAD MAKING BETTY KNOW HOW HE FEELS. BUGHEAD FOREVER!!!

Maybe, meeting you—it was like a first kiss. A kiss like how they described it in books and how they’ve shown it in movies. Something like music without its lyrics, only those beautiful melodies. Something that will make you think of your wonderful dreams. Something that made your feet move up from the ground, that it feels like you’re flying. It’s like magic happening in reality. Meeting you—it feels like being excited about something that’s going happen. It’s like something that gives you mixed feelings, yet in the end, no matter how much it made you nervous, you’re still glad that it happened.

“She’s the best thing to ever happen to me. She is one of most kind, sweet people I’ve ever met and she deserves the world.” “Then why did you leave her man?” He’s silent for a moment as he looks out the window. “Because I can’t give her those things, I’m a mess. She deserves better than me.” “You don’t get to make that decision for her.”

Have you ever dreamed to leave all of it behind with a single sigh Just like a dandelion eloping with the west wind

It is like a pleasant dream when someone is very much willing to love you, no matter how dark you think the way that they need to pass through.

Love will never die, and sadly, it will exist as nothing but a painful reminder of the past we’ve had together.

Love is simple. For me, it was a pair of brown eyes.

I love being alone. It’s nice to be able to just curl up under the covers with a hot cup of freshly made coffee and watch your favorite tv show. being alone and being lonely though, two very different things. being lonely is probably the worst feeling in the world. instead of curling up under the covers, your shaking with sobs under them. instead of a cup of hot fresh coffee, it’s cold, day old stuff, because you haven’t had the energy to make any fresh. it’s being up at 3 am every night, wondering who in this world really, truly cares about you, and who just keeps you around in case they themselves get lonely.