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Is there any chance you could release the eras version audio of illicit affairs?
Since I have gotten multiple request for this one I absolutely can. In my head august and illicit affairs at the Eras Tour are one track but I realized after finishing it that other people might see them as 2. So here are august and illicit affairs both ways.
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My heart aches to be with yours
My touch waits to kiss your skin
My lips crave yours on mine
Your words wrap around my heart
And your soul engraves it’s print and intertwines with mine
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“She’s making it hard not to love her. It’s like she’s the sunrise and you resist to close your eyes.”
- wonderfloor
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“I can tell the way you looked at me was different. Because you looked at me, the way I looked at you. And I looked at you as if the whole constellation had put itself within your eyes.”
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“tell me a secret” “like what?” “i don’t know anything i cant possibly know everything about you” “okay my secret is i’m afraid” “afraid of what?” (“i’m afraid of you of how much i love you of how much you mean to me because i’m afraid that you’ll get tired of me or decide i’m too much to handle that i’m not worth it anymore i’m afraid that you’ll realize i don’t deserve you that you can do better than settling for me and even though i want you to be different i’m afraid that you’ll end up like everyone else i’m afraid that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me and i’m so afraid of messing it up”) “i’m afraid of the dark” “really?” “yeah there’s just something about the unknown that really gives me anxiety”
(cc, 2019)
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Being in love is probably the purest feeling of all. You say cocaine, marijuana are addicting? Try listening to a person. Try knowing them inside out. Try knowing their hopes, fears, dreams and aspirations. Try being with them 24*7. Try falling in love with them. And then tell me what is tougher to quit? Being in love and being happy is probably the rarest emotions of all and I have been fortunate enough to experience it. It gives you that general feeling of well being that it might rain, your favorite umbrella may get stolen, your whole dress may get trodden, your favorite author may stop writing but this feeling is such that nothing can bring you down. Nothing. Nobody. Nothing. you are so happy that you radiate happiness and those around you can’t help but get infected too. Happily ever after has begun. And I am not afraid anymore.
Happily ever after, Cardia
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“Does he care about you or does he care about getting you into his bed? Do you like him or do you like the words he says to you? Trust me, I know how hard it is to tell, but there’s a difference between what’s real magic and what’s just smoke and mirrors.”
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“So what if he doesn’t love you anymore. You didn’t have him in your life once before and you were fine. So you’ll be fine without him again. All you need to do now is show him that it was his loss, not yours.”
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“You said you would always be there for me but where the fuck are you now?”
-Day 389 (via myonlywayoutofhere)
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she’s been through hell and came out, an angel. you didn’t break her, darling. you don’t own that kind of power.
BMM Poetry
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i went through one of the hardest and worst situations in my life without anyone by my side, so don’t you dare tell me i can’t do anything on my own.
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“I don’t ask anyone to stay Not anymore The phone may tremble in my hand But never again Will I beg for someone to love me”
— @melindacarolinee
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last night I was denouncing some forgettable shitbag to my girlfriend and said “even the ground wouldn’t want him to rot in it” and was instantly projected into the body of a gnarled old irish woman 200 years ago, spinning thread and spitting on the ground as I bitch and look out to sea.
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