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one day we'll be walking through a pretty field of flowers, the warm sun beaming on us, our hands intertwined and for once everything will feel okay, more than okay

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sundays are for coffee and contemplation and figuring out the logistics of disappearing into the woods. never to be seen again

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He doesn't have enough brains for me to fuck out of him but whatever

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New Years resolutions: do whatever i want forever

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"Come home to me" kind of love

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i can talk to anyone / i can’t talk to you

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parent-child dynamics are soooo crazy. i love you i resent you i can't stand you i adore you i pity you. and still watching your hair get a little more grey every time i see you makes my stomach feel weird

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it’s so insane to me that most of the people you meet in life are just passing moments. you’ll know them for a brief period of time before they’re a stranger again and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it because that is just how it’s meant to be..

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*going through a really hard time* i will survive this but not unaltered

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Ok no longer depressed starting NOW!

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i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.

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i know it's a little bit toxic but nothing is more satisfying to me than when a fictional character who is generally very dignified, polite, and calm even under pressure is finally persuaded to unleash their anger and it fucking explodes out of them with enough molten volcanic rage to level entire cities

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as an empath if i see/hear about people getting high i also have to get high

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life is not constant suffering. sometimes you get to love and be loved in return

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9 Lines About Either Romance Or Death (rough draft) by Keaton St. James

(patreon)

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I want to love you so well, your heart relaxes its shoulders all the way down; your body lets out the breath its been holding. I want my love to be such a safe place, the walls never shiver with sharp tongues or high volume. a love solid enough, when you count your worries for the day, our happiness sits miles from the list.