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1 hour till midnight, then it’ll be the 16th. 1 whole year.
I want to be happy and joyful, I want to celebrate with him (not actual, but kinda).
I don’t want to want “this”. My head is completely off still. And it seems to only get worse now. My heart just won’t stop being sh1tty since last night and my head is awful. Those awful thoughts of not wanting to be here, when all I want is to be in his arms.
Maybe it is just the stupid cold, shark week, the end of a friendship, that maybe never really was one, my upcoming doom and just me being broken. I am just so broken.
I want to be happy. I want to live. I want to see him. I want to make him laugh again. I did not expect him to laugh so real and just so…so…
I want to make him smile again. His smile is so beautiful. It is like the moon shining through the window, calm and just stunning, but way way more beautiful than that ball of cheese could ever be.
I want to hug him and I want him to hug me and hold me and never ever let go. To tell me I am safe in his arms and it is were I belong. Him telling me that he got me.
I want to surprise him. He knows I want to give him flowers, but he won’t know when or which ones. I want it to be a surprise. I roughly know what I want and how.
I want to wake up and him to be what I see when I open my eyes. Him saying “mornings” to me, just as when we text.
I want to take his hand in my hands and gently caress his hand and his scar and then I want to softly kiss his scar.
I want to cuddle with him in bed with my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. I want to place a kiss right there.
I want so so many things. I could forever find more things I want, as long as it is with him.
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È sempre buffo pensare come la parte di me che odio di più sia l'unica che tutti vogliono.
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Against all odds, I found myself in your passenger seat. I hadn’t expected the possessive nature you would later unleash on me, with your hand on my throat, tightening. Your lips a silent claim, I was yours for the taking as the rain pattered gently down the windows. Sometimes dreams escape the mind and become reality.
-Turns out you were worth the risk
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Left On The Curb - Why Divorced Men Troll For Past Lovers, But Only Reel In Old Shoes
It is not surprising that men always seem to turn to their Rolodex after a difficult divorce. There is no balm for the sick soul than memories of innocent times. It is also not surprising that most men either find their adolescent loves fat, married with children, or worst case scenario, clueless as to who was calling them.
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Love - such that is eager and willing to rise above clouds, which dim and despair any sane man. Lo, foretell a sweetness that paints my lips, swallow my tongue - drink hazel at night, eye to eye.
The moon is still high, yet I carry your cup like a graceful sentence at dinner. When is your wine empty? I remain at your side regardless.
Drink easy, knowing servitude remains bliss. As long as the moon reflects you to me - I will not falter.
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l am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion. I was not made for light touches or half-meant goodnights. My heart was stitched for something that swallows whole. The kind of love that lingers in your bones long after the body has moved on.
Credit: Karyee
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Happy 18tb birthday to my big sister, Olivia.
she’s gonna make it far in life, I just know it :D
No words can describe how much I love her so much <3
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when it hits that i’m not getting a good night text however long i stay up, i wont get a good morning text however much i check my phone, i wont hear little buzzes when she gives me updates about her day and she’ll never move in with me on a farm with all the random animals we agreed to keep just because she thought they were cute 💔
fly high baby 🕊️
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“ go right ahead,
laugh at the girl who loved to easily. “ - rebekah mikaelson. bye me.
