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I Probably Dont Like You

@kaleighkhim

Kaleigh. 23. New Hampshire.
I’ll always encourage the reckless texts confessing your feelings. The kind where you throw your phone after hitting send. I’ll always encourage the horribly straightforward conversations at 3am when conversations get deep and you can’t always put how you feel into words. I’ll always encourage you to say the things that make your heart beat fast and your legs shake. Because i know how alive you feel when you feel something for someone else.

true despair is when you accidentally open the bottom of a crayon box and know it will never be the same again

1. Let’s take a shower together with the lights off. Let’s leave our insecurities in the brightness. 2. I like the way you look at me when you’re laughing. I like the way you know it’s my favorite sound. 3. Let me wear your sweater. Let me sit in your bed and listen to you tell me about how you were as a kid. 4. I like the way you talk about all the people before me like they didn’t come close. I like the way you make me feel like the only one who has ever had a chance. 5. I know forever is a shot in the dark, and love is fleeting and people are cynical and sometimes shit happens, but listen. I want to be that one shot in the dark. I want it to be us in the end. I want to be the story people tell in thirty years because no one fucking believed that we’d make it.

Let’s Make It. // Love Thoughts, Pt. 1 (via veincold)

Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Less me. Because I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered. But I’m tired of suffering, and I’m done shrinking. It’s not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else’s idea of a worthwhile human being. I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter. My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My voice matters. And with or without anyone’s permission or approval, I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable. Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink. I choose to take up space. I choose to honour my feelings. I choose to give myself permission to get my needs met. I choose to make self-care a priority. I choose me.
The worst thing about heartbreak is when you meet somebody else but you’re almost afraid to get over the person who you were last with because you don’t know who you are when you aren’t loving them.

Emmerson Grin (via written-in-pen)

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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hplyrikz
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)

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