Dear Maria,
Well my dear, here we are.
This is coming to an end. You’re coming back today. If your flight is on schedule, me & V & J are hugging you in three hours. THREE HOURS oh my. I’m gonna be crying, you’re gonna be crying, I think Juho is gonna cry as well. Last night he told me that I cannot be missing you because he is. And then we had a little argument which ended because I ate more of his food than he could. Ok this makes no sense anymore.
Maria you’re coming back. You must be in Europe now, maybe you’re in Amsterdam? You’re coming home. How freaking amazing is that. I can tell you. No, I actually can’t. It’s too amazing for me to describe. But I bet you know it. I bet I’m gonna cry now. :D
I haven’t even heard your voice in three whole months. I mean that’s just too long! Yesterday when we were at this restaurant with V & J, Bruce’s No Surrender started to play on the radio. I needed to focus so hard not to burst into tears that very second. Had it been Bobby Jean, I would have cried my eyes out. Bobby Jean you’re coming back home. I cannot tell how much I love you and how much I’ve missed you over these last three months. I cannot tell how much Ville seems to have missed you though he was himself last night and of course didn’t actually say it… MEN. :D But from the way he’s acting I know he’s been missing you. I cannot wait to see you in his arms. Maybe that’s where you belong forever. Oh I hope so much it is. God, please? :)
SEE YOU TONIGHT.
Well, obviously my very best friend is my husband to be, Ilkka. I was just thinking about this the other night. I was thinking things like how I can be so sure that this is going to last, am I nuts to get married this young. But no. This is not something ultimate, this is a natural thing for both…
I love you. I love that you’re coming back today.
Promise?
Promise.
(Source: broken-surrendered)
that’s what you call LOVE. :3 <3
7.15 - I’M A KAYAK, HEAR ME ROAR
(Source: oy-with-the-poodles-already)
forever..together..
She looks so much like Heather!
“But my ultimate inspiration comes from my best friend, the dazzling woman from whom I received my name and my life’s blood, Lorelai Gilmore.
My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. She filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from Jane Austen to Eudora Welty to Patti Smith. As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don’t know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her.”Words cannot express how much I loved this show. And how much I miss it.
(Source: galacticfreak)
sad but true.
This reminded me of you :D
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
— Henri J.M. Nouwen (The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey)
(via forgabandalex)
(Source: solelydivine)
