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Update guys. I haven't been on here in years. Now 21 and living life. Doing what I love. When I'm not at work I'll post some more 😘

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May you always do what you are afraid to do.

TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)

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Show me your worst, And I will show you How I love you Just the same.

(via blossomfully)

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Does anyone else feel really guilty when they start talking about their own feelings and then immediately regret saying anything because you just feel so annoying and pathetic and ugh

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I love you, really. You know I love you. I’ve never loved any one else the way I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, from The Snows Of Kilimanjaro (via sadfag)

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Who were you before they broke your heart

I don’t remember  (via lovequotesrus)

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It’s 3.47am and I miss you just like I did last week at 2.15 in the afternoon when I remembered the last time you told me you wanted me and you meant it. It’s 3.47am and I should be sleeping but all I can think about is how you used to smile when I told you you were beautiful and the way you held me tight and said you would never let me go but I guess things change and people move on and now you’re sleeping and I’m lying awake thinking about you.

I wish I was sleeping - 3.47am 06/05/14 (via curiovsly)

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If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were.”- Richard Bach – Yeah?.. well fuck that shit and fuck Richard Bach. Do you honestly think, I have the time to meet someone, click, grow an attachment, fall in love, deeply in love, I’m not talking your average crush, I’m talking, going back to the days where we used to write love letters from long distances type of love, the “making a cup of tea and blowing it until its warm enough for them to drink” type of love… to have a soul connection, miss them, crave them, submit to them, etc.. just to let them go in the future. Wdf. Listen, if it’s gotton deep enough for me to fall into that type of love, I’m not letting you go. Fuck, I hate this generation of replacers. If something goes wrong, instead of fixing it, we replace, or let it go or some other dumb shit. No. Richard Bach, who is divorced, I will not take advice from you. As long as it isn’t toxic and unhealthy, I am not letting go.

- TGV (via kushandwizdom)

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This is not to say that I miss you, but your absence is vividly noted and never fails to make my heart grow empty, the likeness of a vase deficient of flowers, encompassing the remnants of things once beautiful, now dead, tossed away as though they meant nothing, when they once were the cause of such intimate mumblings. This is not to say that I love you, though I cannot recall happier times than those I spent wrapped in your arms, the familiar calloused fingers that brushed through my hair, with the gentleness I once witnessed a mother touch her baby, and if I meant that much to you for just a moment, I’ll know I have been loved sufficiently. This is not to say that I expected you to leave, but I always knew one day you’d realize how much better you were than I. the noble and the brave haven’t time for such frivolous things as plucking sea glass from the shore to stare at in the cold months, to reminisce in kinder days, days when you still loved me, and days when I still shone. This is not to say that you broke me, but at times I find myself pulling out a broom, and sweeping up little fragments of my being scattered across the kitchen floor, warm wood that was supple beneath bare feet as we danced, half-drunk, giggling the night away, only to wake up in each other’s arms with no memory of how we got there. But now I stand alone, and shards of me pierce pruny toes. This is not to say that I want you back, but I dream about your lips every night, and how much I desire them in the coldness of my bed. A pillow that no longer smells like you and the curtains we picked out together are all that remain to comfort me before a restless slumber. If only I could sleep forever, I’d dream about your smile, and how I remember thinking I was the luckiest girl alive. This is not to say That I’ll never love another, But how does one go about Loving a star When she once loved the universe, And it once loved her?

Nora Rose McMahon (via dep4rture)

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