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I think love can be like sunsets. It starts with a blazing orange sun, fire in the heart and veins, until it turns into a gentle pink glow bringing comfort to your soul.

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Who your heart belongs to

In the end, it's the person you want to talk to after each day, the one you share banter and jokes with, even though you're both too tired to laugh wholeheartedly, the one who listens as you go on about how life is treating you, the one who makes you smile and cheers you up when you're feeling low. It's the person who wishes you 'good morning', the one who calls you in the evening to see if you're okay, it's the first person that comes to your mind when something goes right or wrong. It's the person who understands your moods and can deal with your anger, the one who knows that you're not perfect-but loves you in every way. The one you can share everything with, the one you tell your fears to, the one you share your dreams with, the one who stands by you as you work hard towards all your goals. It's the person who loves and respects you for who you are, the person who will be there for you every step along the way-that's who your heart belongs to.

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i said, "i love you."

but what i meant was

you are my safe place in a world that is often so harsh and difficult to understand. i am completely free to be myself with you. and that's a feeling i've not known before.

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types of people

2am - city lights from a high rise, dusty book piles, tired eyes, writing stories, indie concerts, procrastination, denim jackets, classic movies, writing in a diary, impulse shopping, plants on the window ledge

5am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist

10am - soft blankets, lover of routine, acoustic songs, good grades, bullet journals, pastels and plants, sweet coffee, freshly baked bread, cat washi tape, cozy apartment, long winter coats over turtle neck jumpers, tote bags

1pm - yellow socks, doodles, doc martens, strawberries in the garden, sunflower daydreams, pictures of clouds and best friends, a handful of flowers, peach slices, paint smears on clothes

5pm - gold sunlight, peach ice tea, whispered secrets, swimming in the lake, roses on the wall, french pastries, learning foreign words, soft voices, bike rides and summer picnics, wax stamped envelopes

7pm - dreamy sunsets, evening laughter, cursive handwriting, glossy makeup, soft lighting, photo booths, cherry ice cream, sparkling ocean waves, vintage mirrors, sweet tangerines on a balcony, flowers in a bath

11pm - scented candles, unwanted nostalgia, existential questions, sadness without reason, sitting in the dark and watching the stars, associating songs with past lovers, soft heart, oversized jumpers

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People who wait for you to tie your shoe. people who shift closer to you when you're subconsciously moving away while you're walking next to them. people who smile at you as soon as you make eye contact. people who seek you out to tell you some good news. people who listen to you and hear you and understand you. do not make the mistake of ever convincing yourself that everyone is a bad person when you yourself have done this and not even thought twice about it

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The happiest people forgive, forget, love, help, care & smile. The happiest people are the givers not the takers....

~The Unsaid Story

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I, I always wanted to read what's in your soft eyes, I always wanted to know the reason behind your smile,

I always wanted to be the one to wipe your tears,

I always wanted to hold hands with you,

I always wanted to just stare at you,

I always wanted to see you smile forever, And when I could see your eyes, the world would stop, there's no meaning in this world if it never consisted of your eyes,

I always loved annoying you, so I could time spend with you in silence, so I could get comfortable with you in silence, as I speak many words in silence.

I always wanted to be in comfortable silence with you as we tend to hear more words in silence.

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i want dried flowers in my books and cute doodles & annotations in their margins. i want to tell my secret story among the pages of books.

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She is sunshine in human form Following Bubbly personality Contagious laugh

All sadness bottled up Space running out

Does she hold herself at night?

Does she cry herself to sleep?

Buried with her doubts and worries She will take her secrets to the grave

Could I hold her at night?

Could I sing her to sleep?

would do anything in my power To make it hurt less

Could I love her? Could I kiss her?

Does she need-

Does she want someone? Could I be someone?

~Eleanore Astra Prose

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I miss those days when Sunday's are all about favourite cartoons, awesome breakfast, ice creams, staying in bed all day and maggi.

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All this beauty in this world but my eyes are only satisfied when i look at you. <<<3

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"You talk too much," okayy? So pin me to a wall with your dagger to my throat and shut me up?

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stormy weather, music, books, libraries at midnight, handwritten notes, moon, messy hair, paintings, art, empty sheets, coffee, writers, poetry, rain, stars, scented candles, letters, stationary, you>>>>

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As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve yourself.

Haruki Murakami,

مع مرور الوقت ، ستفهم. ما يدوم ، يدوم ؛ ما لا ، لا. الوقت يحل معظم الأشياء. وما الوقت الذي لا يمكن حله ، عليك أن تحل نفسك. هاروكي موراكامي،

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We fear losing friends. We fear losing a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh with, someone who knows our secrets. Someone who has seen us at our best and worst. We fear losing a friend whom we once relied on.

More than that, we fear the reason they left.

What if it was our fault?

~Courtney Peppernell

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“I was asked last week, ‘who is your best friend?’ I don’t know. I don’t use language like that anymore. It doesn’t fit. I have friends that hold the keys to different doors of my personality. Some open my heart. Some my laughter. Some my mischief. Some my sin. Some my civic urgency. Some my history. Some my rawest confusion and vulnerability. “Some friends, who may not be ‘the closest’ to me, have the most important key for me in a moment of my life. Some, who may be as close as my own skin, may not have what I need today. It’s ok if our spouses or partners don’t have every key. How could they? It isn’t a failure if they don’t open every single door of who you are. The million-room-mansion of identity cannot overlap perfectly with anyone.

-Jedidiah Jenkins

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It's never too late to start over. If you weren't happy with yesterday, try something different today. Don't stay stuck. Do better.

~alex elle