Unconditional Quotes

i'm far from perfect nothing even close
but that's what makes me beautiful
that's something you should know

nicole🌹*
nmq

i struggle so deeply to understand how someone can pour their entire soul blood and energy into someone without wanting anything in return
— i will have to wait till i'm a mother

7 0

seafoam*
love

I love you. You may not want it, you may not need it, but you'll always have it. It doesn't come with any strings or expectations. It's given freely.

17 0

seafoam*
love

(~~i shall use like because love is a scary word, even if it is true~~)

I liked you a lot. I liked your obsession with Star Burst (which I still think is the worst candy in existence) and how much you loved Janis Joplin (even when we argued over whether or not Hendrix was better). I liked the way your nose wrinkled when you laughed, and how you could quote Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" (which, to this day, is my favourite). But most of all, I liked how you liked me, even at my worst (like when I was covered in tears and scabs). Sometimes, when it's late at night, I count the spaces on my body were former scabs resided, and I think of all the times you kissed them.

I think you liked me more than I liked myself, and this I will never understand.

Part 2 of ~~lov~~ liking ginger boys who hate themselves

13 2

*nerium*
story

(~~i shall use like because love is a scary word, even if it is true~~)

I liked you a lot. I liked your ginger, straw-like hair (and how it bleached in the summertime) and your non-existent eyelashes. I liked how your wisdom teeth made the rest of your mouth crooked, and how your front teeth had to cram together (you talked about getting braces or - if you could afford it - invisalign. I didn't really want you to, but the reasons why would be hard to explain, so I never said anything). But most of all, I liked your freckles. I liked them a lot. I liked how, at night, I got to count the ones on your back, and if I squinted really hard I could make out Ursa Major and, maybe, Scorpius.

I think I liked you more than you liked yourself.

Part 1 of ~~lov~~ liking ginger boys who hate themselves

12 1

*nerium*
story

Unconditional:

A little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease.
Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.

The doctor explained the situation to her little brother and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.

I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying,
“Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did,
seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.
He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away ?”

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor;
he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
................And he was willing to do that for her.