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Sure you're cute but will u let me send u pics of me in knee highs at midnight?? Exactly

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Crush: *does or says literally anything to me*

Me:

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Crush: (shows me a song they like)

Me: I need to over analyze every lyric to see if there is some double meaning

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I fear you don't know what you're getting into with me. I wont warn you but i want you to know nonetheless.

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“How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.”

— Nina LaCour

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Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill, late 70’s

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who do you talk to when you're all alone?

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Mırıldandığın her şeysin, sesinden öpüyorum, Sessizliğine de eğiliyorum fakat neredesin ? Kapanınca harflerinin kapısı: Adın şiirim ! Heceler gibi öpüyorum, işte iki hecesin...

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little pieces of dark academia in my relationship

lighting candles all over the room & reading in bed together – both unable to put our books down, sipping tea in a quiet only disturbed by the sound of pages flipping

teaching each other languages – him showing me how to conjugate german verbs, me correcting his french prepositions; both of us fascinated by how much the other one knows

listening to classical music together – laying on the carpet, closing our eyes & simply letting the sounds of mahler or bach take us to another universe entirely

discussing history at any time of the day – him talking about ancient roman war strategies at the breakfast table, me explaining the historical inaccuracies of the tv series we watch together before bed

leaving each other little notes of love & affection – him writing down compliments & drawing crooked hearts, me scribbling verses from my favourite poems

playing board games in front of the fireplace – a dog in either his or my lap, a snowstorm outside & two glasses of wine on the table; never letting the other one win, but being genuinely happy for the one who eventually does

gifting each other books & notebooks at christmas, for birthdays & any other holiday; annotating the pages before wrapping the book in brown paper

leaving for school together in the morning – him stuffing all of his sheet music in a brown leather bag, me pulling on my long, woollen coat before going to the university building & practising in neighbouring rooms

taking the train to his hometown — looking at the landscapes flying by in a comfortable silence; me resting my head on his shoulder, him laying his jacket on my lap to keep me warm

working next to each other – him listening to a podcast or reading a famous composer’s biography, me making my notes in cursive & black ink

listening to old jazz – dancing around the apartment, twirling until you hit a cupboard or get all out of breath

visiting museums, libraries & little bookstores together – spending hours discussing the paintings or going through the bookcases, giving each other recommendations

little kisses before lectures – a soft peck on the cheek, forehead or lips before going in different directions only to be reunited a few hours later

preparing our morning coffee together – him making it in a moka pot, me using a french press; him leaving a round coffee stain on the table, my cup having the imprint of my red lips on the edge of it

playing duets together – both of us deeply concentrated in making the most beautiful music possible & enjoying the chemistry between two musicians that are lovers as well; noticing the way in which my melodies lean on his bass notes, the way we encourage each other to play louder or softer, with more vibrato or completely without

early morning & late night walks in the park next to our apartment – holding hands & analysing the weather

always encouraging each other to learn & to stay curious – reminding one another to research what we don’t yet know; supporting each other in our quests to become the best musicians we can be, to be the best we can for each other &, mostly, for ourselves

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imagine falling asleep in my arms while I am reading my favourite book to you and my hand runs through your hair

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places i want to be with my girlfriend

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my goal is to be somebody's safe place and that really says a lot about me

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Prettyhopelessfools

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Frank Ocean- Chanel