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@thestarsdontcare​ @hoobu5h​ @peepmymelanin​ @plandem-blog1​ @yullps​ @product-presentation-procession​ @sonyathevampire​ @ss19953-blog​ @bagtalk239​ @minor-i-ty​ @redheadedbaby​ @ayyypriss​ @tunaslut​ @soultraszn​ @angel-angel2​ @ej-webb0234-blog​

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@thestarsdontcare​ @hoobu5h​ @peepmymelanin​ @plandem-blog1​ @yullps​ @product-presentation-procession​ @sonyathevampire​ @ss19953-blog​ @bagtalk239​ @minor-i-ty​ @redheadedbaby​ @ayyypriss​ @tunaslut​ @soultraszn​ @angel-angel2​ @ej-webb0234-blog​

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So do you know how a lot of people believe that your soulmate feels what you feel no matter where you are in the world? What if the reason some people feel extreme anxiety or sadness for no reason is because their soulmate is the kind of person to keep their emotions bottled up and their soulmate is their only outlet?

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I fell in love with fire. It remained relaxed and beautiful when in a controlled environment. It danced as if it knew I were watching it. The colors shifted from red to blue to yellow and back again as it warmed the air around me. Oh, but when fire was free, it was wild. It made no apologies. It’s flames engulfed everything that stood in its way. It was powerful but still the same beautiful fire that danced when it was calm. That is how I see you. I see you as this intricate, intriguing light that brings others warmth. But to me, I see passed that. I see how capable you are. I see how determined you can be. I know your silence doesn’t make you weak. I know just how dangerous you can really be, and yet I still fell in love with fire. I’ve been engulfed in your flames.

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The person looking back at me in the mirror is the only person that has seen every side of me for exactly as I am and let me tell you, my soul is beautiful to be so broken.

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Soul searching

I find peace in the tranquility of the beach at night. I look up at the midnight sky to see thousands of beautiful stars scattered throughout the universe overlooking me and everyone for hundreds of miles around. In that moment, I hear the waves softly crashing against the shore in perfect rhythm and the warm breeze brushes up against my skin giving me a feeling of insane euphoria. The stars continue to get brighter and I begin to realize just how small I am in such a big world, just how small my problems really are. Just how safe I am. I hear the waves crashing over and over again and find beauty in the way the ocean continues to push itself to reach that shore while still managing to be home to thousands of beautiful creatures. It’s persistently strong. The darkness of the sky meets the ocean where I can no longer see into the distance. They connect as one making it incredibly difficult to distinguish where they each begin and end. And then I feel that air wrapping itself around me and realize this air has touched the surface of that magnificent ocean and has been among the thousands of beautiful stars and found its way to my skin bringing me peace and comfort. I realize those are feelings I only get when I feel safe, when I feel happy, and when I feel free. So please tell me why I see the entire galaxy when I look into your eyes as if they’re reflecting off the midnight ocean? Why do I feel that same euphoric feeling when you trace my skin as I do when the breeze lingers? Is that what people mean when they say someone means the world to them because if it is, I now know what they mean; but you, my love, make up my entire universe and I hope like the sky meets the ocean, somewhere I begin and end with you. Just as I am in love with the little things of night, I am in love with all the little things that make you.

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actually sleeping with someone is so nice like waking up in the middle of the night and snuggling closer or lazily giving them a kiss or just feeling their arms around you squeeze slightly even though they’re in a deep sleep or handholding while you both are asleep ugh that’s that shit I like

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Conversation with my boyfriend

Jakob (my boyfriend) came to visit me at work because I haven't seen him in a whopping two days.

Me: I left in a very good mood.

Jakob: You're a brat.

My relationship is my own relationship goals.

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Let's talk for a second about how some people can make you feel like your the air they breathe. Like your entire existence is based on there ability to keep you breathing. For a while, they're there. They make you think that you'll never run out of oxygen, like no matter what they'll be there to fill your lungs to keep you going when you think you won't be able to anymore. Until suddenly you're in the middle of the ocean. Suddenly it gets hard to keep your head above water and that air that you wanted, that you took advantage, that you now crave is slipping through your fingers. You're gasping for breath holding onto the hope that maybe there's still a chance to make it out alive, but only the luckiest in your situation do. You realize that you're drowning and the pressure on your chest is overwhelming and almost unbearable. The air you breathed that never promised to be there, that you just assumed would be was gone and not coming back. So you lose hope. You stop fighting. You start sinking until it feels like you've hit the bottom. But someone pulls you back up. They breathe the air back that was stolen from your lungs. They give you the life that you thought you'd never get back. They saved you when you were drowning. Those people that steal your air are sometimes what you need so someone else can make you breathe again.

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My best friend and I were holding hands while shopping with my family today and my mum was like “Girls, can you link arms instead? You’re getting funny looks, people are going to think you’re lesbians” so I got the ring off my index finger and proposed to her in the middle of the street

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Remember yourself as a little girl, she is counting on you to protect her.

I love seeing this on my dash, it’s what keeps me going (via kallissi)

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