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My 20's are moving too fast. Everybody's so grown up now, and we all sit and talk about how life seemed to move so much slower when we were kids, lord how the world was so much bigger, and brighter back then. I've spent the last few years wondering why I think I figured it out tonight at the intersection where that kind old blind man sells his handcrafted birdhouses.

It rained all day. The roads are wet, and glowing. The stoplight illuminated the traffic lines and for a split second I swear I was 14. In the back of my moms old dodge. But then the light turned green, and I'm 22 again. Driving home from the grocery store.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, the world wasn't bigger. Or brighter. It didn't move any slower. We just had so much more time to stop and appreciate the rain.

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“they say young love isn’t supposed to last. but it’s been six years and you’re still all my heart talks about, all my mind thinks about. six long years and you’re the only one i wish for from every shooting star, every birthday candles, every 11:11, every wishing wells.”

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“sometimes you just need to take a step back and realize how far you’ve come instead of how far left you have to go. you are going to mess up, and you are going to make mistakes and you aren’t always going to get it right. but, you are human. it happens. it’s okay.”

— Unknown

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She loved the rain. It reminds her of the feeling of being in love. She closed her eyes and imagine her dancing with her soulmate, with classical music on and the rain falling from the window. She smiled as she imagine her future. Oh, how she loved being in love with a stranger she haven't met until now. "I'll wait for you just like how I wait for the rain," she whispered.

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I pray in 2023 I am more organized, focused, driven, motivated, smarter, wealthier, and healthier. Do more things that feel fulfilling on a soul level. Alchemize every negative emotion and experience and trust it works out in my highest good. I romanticize life because the beauty we see in everything is a reflection of the beauty we see in ourself. 🍀

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"We don't just 'move on.' We cannot simply untangle the sewn-together edges of our lives and call it a clean break, a clean cut. We remember the people who have touched our lives in pieces. We remember them in sunsets, in our favorite songs or the songs that we immediately skip when they sneak up on us on the radio. In the restaurant we would only visit on Thursday nights but no longer go to at all. In the way that autumn arrives suddenly with a chill but now without the borrowed jacket hanging over our shoulders to lessen it. In every new memory we create without their presence to accompany it, and likewise, in the immediate dull urge to tell them about it. Sometimes we move on while people are still in our lives, and other times we never move on despite them being undeniably out of it. But no matter when it happens, or in what way, it rarely passes quickly. Invariably, it's a slow burn. One that we find ourselves lighting with gasoline to accelerate it; the warmth of another lover, or the cool touch of solitude and comfort of memories that only live behind our eyes. So, you see, there is nothing simple about moving on. Because the task itself asks us to bury something we once loved. Something we once clung to with a white-knuckled grip. So don't just move on, move through it, move with it, move forward from it. Because if life suggested you leave something so valuable behind, there must be better things ahead."

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“My parents aren’t rich but they’ve always found a way to make sure I had anything I ever needed or wanted and for that I’m forever grateful.”

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[privylogophile]

yeah i will not partake in the societal habit of fearing getting older. each new year you get is a blessing so jot that down

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"There are some people that come and meant to leave someday, because the time asks them to do so. But there also people, who, even the time, situation, weather, sky, and everything ask them to leave, they just don't. They might leave, physically, but their presence, remains forever in our life."

- Extraterrestials, Somewhere at 21.

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“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”

— Aaron Siskind

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“What the hell do you spend your time doing on that phone?”

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One day, someone is going to come into your life and change everything. Change your habits, some opinions, your favorite color, your Friday walks, your TV show. It will also change the first thought when you wake up, and the dreams of every night, it will make you improve every day, and learn the true essence of love. This same person will make your childhood nightmare change, and what was the boogeyman in the closet is now the fear of seeing her leave someday. That person will also be the reason you are here. It will make you want to introduce her to everyone, want to show her your quirks, take her to your favorite places, it will make something very beautiful and special grow in you, something you have never felt. It will make you daydream about the bus ride from the park to your house, during the shower. It will make you sigh from minute to minute, it will make you feel peace just by looking at her. This person will take your world and turn it upside down, but you won't care, you'll just find everything beautiful, like everything they do. It will make you think about the future, about building a family. Will make you always want to be your best just to please them, will want to make you on a Saturday watch a movie rerun on TV, just because the company next to you will be her. This person will make you grow, make you vibrate with every smile, and will always be there to hug you if you fall. This person will be your safe haven, the one you've always waited for. This person is the love of a lifetime

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The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be happy - it’s all that matters.

Audrey Hepburn

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“The best kind of love is an emotionally mature love. A love grounded in transparent communication. The kind of love that challenges your fears in a healthy way, gently pushing you towards growth. The kind of love that believes in emotional intimacy– in mutual respect. The kind of love that cares for you in a sentimental way rather than a materialistic way. A love defined by the gift of presence not presents. The best kind of love is a love that loves your everything– a love that says, “You were meant for me.””

—Jade Torres

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There are so many things that I want to say to you, but there is no time to get through it all. I could spend the rest of my life telling you how much you mean to me, and I still wouldn’t be able to get through half of it. You are everything I have ever wanted, and so much more, all wrapped up in a 5-foot-11, brown-haired, light brown-eyed, baseball player body. Whether it’s your smile or your sense of humor or your desire to please everyone around you, you have made me fall for you. And trust me when I say this: I’m falling hard. I didn’t know what loving someone truly meant until I met you. Although that day has meshed into the memories, I am so grateful that the forces of the universe pushed us together. You always tell me that everything happens for a reason, and maybe our reason isn’t concrete yet, but I believe you were placed into my life so I could understand what it meant to truly give my whole self to someone else. You are my heart and soul and my reason for smiling, and I will never be able to thank you enough. Sunday mornings are my favorite. They meant waking up next to you, staying in bed as long as we possibly could and watching cute, funny videos of puppies that someone shared on Facebook. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I carry those mornings with me as I helplessly trudge through this rut we have found ourselves in. Any time I feel sad because I can’t talk to you, I picture myself waking up to your subtle snore on a Sunday morning, and I am happy again. Distance is the toughest thing a relationship can go through, but everything happens for a reason. I guess the reason for these 353 miles between us is so we can grow stronger. But knowing that there are six hours standing between you and me is so hard. Some days are worse than others, though. You’re busy with work and baseball and friends, and you’re filling your days so that the time passes by quickly, while I lay in bed and weep for us. Maybe it’s just my paranoia that you’ll forget about me or maybe it’s the harsh reality that I can’t just waltz into your room whenever I want, but this distance is soul crushing. I see our pictures together and only God knows the things I would do to go back to those moments. All I want to do is pick up the phone and tell you all of my troubles and listen to you reassure me that everything is going to be perfectly fine in the end, but my anxiety has started to push you away. Talking has decreased; I haven’t heard your voice in almost two weeks. I haven’t seen your face since June 2, and I haven’t felt your arms around me since the day I moved out for the summer. You can’t imagine how much I truly miss you, and I can never put the right words together to tell you how much you mean to me, but I’ll try. I see you in all of my favorite things. Every time I listen to music, I can almost hear you brag about how introduced me to that particular song. Whenever I go hiking or go see a movie, I wish you could be there with me. Anytime my friends and I reminisce about a particular night, your name always comes up. All of my favorite memories have been with you. I miss you no matter the hour — whether it’s 2 p.m., and I’m busy, or it’s 2 a.m., and I’m alone in bed. I can’t think about life about the future without thinking about you. Heck, I can’t imagine life without you by my side, and, frankly, I don’t want to. You have become a part of who I am, and that scares me. But what terrifies me most is the thought of losing you. I like the person I am when I’m with you. I love the way you make me laugh at almost anything, but I also love that we can have serious conversations about controversial topics that are happening in our world. I love that a small smile creeps across your face when you talk about your family. I love that you hate ketchup just as much as I do. I love every moment I have ever spent with you. I love every memory we share, and although we are in a rough patch, I cannot wait to make more. You are my best friend and my partner in crime, and I am forever grateful. Thank you so much for loving me. I love you, too, baby.

[privylogophile]

Always. Always gonna be. Day and night, good and evil, tears and laughter, happiness and pain, love and hate, me and you. Always.

[privylogophile]

 "Sometimes when I look at you, and you're looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny-tiny hint of something more, something you're feeling but can't say. When our eyes meet, it's like we're instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way. It's like our own little secret...a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance of normal. God, your eyes are gorgeous. There are times when I want nothing more than to look you in the eyes, cause it's when we're looking at each other in silence that we end up saying the most."