thecuteaquariusbaby

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“I wanted it to be you. God damn, I really did.”

— An eleven word story. (via 5weetsorrow)

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she's the kind of girl you meet when you're too young, and you fuck up because there's too much living to do. only to find she's the one.

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I’m so used to running away that I no longer know where I’m going

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“I should be over this by now, but it still hurts.”

- 2yrs later

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“It’s okay to be a forgiving person. Just remember the difference between saying, “It’s okay,” and “I forgive you.” Because one means it’s okay to hurt me again, while the other means it’s not okay, but I’m okay.”

— how to forgive | Instagram 

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you deserve to be with someone who is as sure about you as you are about them

-don’t settle, you know better

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The struggle was real.

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it’s so funny when youtubers/podcasts have a sponsorship and they introduce the company as if it’s this shiny new thing that hasn’t already been terrorizing me for years like shut up i already know that skillshare is an online learning community with thousands of classes for creative and curious people let’s keep it moving 

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bits and pieces of what we once were #5// 4am

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committed

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bits and pieces of what we once were #4// 4am

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Love is the same song on repeat for an hour. It’s not knowing how to look for them everywhere you go and it’s biting your lips because it’s been too long since you last got to kiss them. Love is sleeping on their side of the bed when they aren’t there and it’s the smell of cookies on a Christmas morning. Love is running your fingers through their hair and telling your mom that you think you met the love of your life. Love is the drool on their chest, the scent of them beneath your fingertips and the constant aching, and aching, and aching. Love is the sound of their voice when they call out your name and the look they give you when it’s just you and them and no one else. Love is when the world around you pauses for a moment because the way they are laughing, in that second, is everything. Love is never wanting to wake up anywhere else if it isn’t beside them.

A.M// love is never wanting them to leave.