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About to disappear for a month or 12
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thoughtsaretoomuchforus-deactiv
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St. Elmo’s Fire (1985)
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Milk and honey “Outlook”
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been really into making collage art lately
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I’m giving up alcohol for a month.
Wait sorry, that didn’t come out right:
I’m giving up. Alcohol for a month.
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aimeysherwood via instagram
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painfulblisss
“Everything’s a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. It’s up to you.”
— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything (via thoughtkick)
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One.
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
Two.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
Three.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
Four.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
Five.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
Six.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
Source: rbcages
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serious
At your best you still won’t be good enough for the wrong person. At your worst, you’ll still be worth it to the right person.
unknown
go find that right person
(via serious)
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