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— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.]
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maybe in five years
our paths will cross again
i will tell you how desperately in love i was
with you
and we can laugh about how
we broke each other’s hearts
Selina Soldner (via pininglou)
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but darling this isn’t wonderland, and you’re not alice.
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Did you really miss me?
– Lukas W.
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Please,I want to die. (via ralucagreen)
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I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.
Life of Pi (via philliptipton)
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“The moral of the story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it…some stories just don’t have a happy ending.”
Jodi Picoult (via hopeforthelonelysouls)
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It’s hard to believe that a mere year ago, I didn’t know any of you today.“
Is how I start my speech at a friend’s birthday. Thanks to the adrenaline high of being around people we care about, everyone is already laughing and smiling. And honestly, it’s beautiful they’re beautiful. As I glance around, not a single one of them is the same, yet none of them are different. They are themselves, and I love them.
“I can’t even remember how I met you guys, I just know that suddenly you were here, and suddenly I had to put up with all your lame jokes.”
More lighthearted laughter, they’re all looking at the ones that make the worst jokes because that’s what this is. This is friendship.
“But all your lame jokes make it worth it, I think. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for you guys. Shit, I don’t know where you’d be without me either.”
I pause to look at them and their glowing eyes again, they’re wide smiles and flushed cheeks.
“Maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s a higher power, maybe we needed each other. But in the end, this could all be a coincidence. And if it is, you are all the best coincidence that has and will ever, happened.
With that I knock back my drink and everyone follows suit and we sit down. Move on to the next speech, the next revelation through the words of teenagers drunk on their own happiness. And, as I look around, I do need them. Maybe I always have.
A (the fuck did I ever do to deserve you?)
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He danced his hands in places not even my own could reach. He showed me an adventure I had never thought about because I was too busy living on the thoughts you left inside my head. 3 hours later and I’m left with my lips dry and his kiss lingering on the skin you never tried to understand. He held the hand I tore myself down with and convinced me it was meant to create beauty. I realized I didn't know of anything but the words you drilled and all I craved was the feeling of lust, of a romance with no vines tugging at my feet. As his tongue invaded corners never touched, I discovered a world of spontaneous love and grip made of chance. I realized I had been so used to surviving in a default of bitter regret I forgot how it felt to have blood coursing through my veins, gasping for breath with fistfuls of hair. I experienced the foreign land of a smile and knuckles that weren't my own. I loved in a day and dealt with no heartbreak. And as he grazed my lips, you were no longer clouding my head. After being numb for so long I felt, and that is all there was to it. I felt more than the sorrow you left, and I felt more than my never ending dullness. A simple feeling of desire led to a clarity and a filling of a void I have had buried deep within my walls. I realized I yearned to touch and to be touched to live the dreams we wish we don’t wake up from. And it wasn’t in the way his hand wandered my bare skin ever so softly or in the way he begged for my taste. No. It was in the unraveling of a reconnection between happiness and I. In learning to accept I can love within, without you and I, I deserve to breath easy.
( @strangledvoice )
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