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I think I'm done with tumblr... It honestly just depresses me

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Another lonely evening... I'm sitting here thinking about the past several weeks. I fell in love again with the man I called my best friend and had a few weeks of absolute bliss with him, then the flame burnt out and I was once again finding myself up late at night thinking of his hand in mine, hearing his voice in my head telling me how much he loved me... One of the most tragic losses is the one that you least expect. It catches you by complete surprise leaving you breathless and broken... Having to go through everyday pretending like you are ok because no one understands the pain you are feeling once again.  When someone does notice that you seem different though and asks, you just don't know what to say because it hurts to even say his name let alone tell the story of your love... For many reasons I don't ever want to see you again because you have hurt me so much... But on these lonely evenings I would give anything to see your smile or hear your laugh one more time...

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I'm feeling drained.Not drained from doing to much stuff. More drained from all the emotional high's and low's I've gone through since school started.  I'm ready for a vacation, to relax and not worry about anything. Leaving my worries here at APU and going home for a few days.  Hopefully it will make a difference. 

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One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.

(via a-skeleton-truth)

I want this

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reasons to let me cuddle you:

I will stick my cold hands all over your body

I’ll probably fall asleep on you and make cute sleep noises

I can lay there long enough for the second coming of christ

nuzzling???

I will be smiling the whole time

you’re warm and I’m not

let me leech your heat

please

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the smiths by Cassandrea- on Flickr.

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Waking up on November 1st is literally like walking through a door from Halloweentown to Christmastown

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If there’s anything else…

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