we gotta be better parents than our parents
listen to me. the best kinds of love unfold on bedroom floors where neither of you are touching. listen to me. there’s something about the distance, the waiting. it happens in the spaces between your hands, the pinks of your cheeks. it happens when you are laughing and she can’t get her eyes off of you. you don’t see it, but there is this soft thing growing in the midst of all the stillness.
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Concept: it’s 3am. Candle lit room. A record is spinning. You’re kissing me. We have no worries in the world. We’re warm and content
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tfw you reveal too much personal stuff, but there’s no going back so you just Suffer™
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u know when ur high key falling for someone and u have no idea how they feel and ur just floating through space and time where everything is confusing
u know when ur high key falling for someone but turns out they just had bad intentions and they just leave u and ur just floating through space and time where everything is confusing
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When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via wordsnquotes)
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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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Just a friendly reminder to all my beautiful followers. Have a great Saturday!
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God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via wordsnquotes)
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I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.
Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via themotivationjournals)
