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She wants something to love, I think. Something that isn’t her. Or maybe she’d just love something to eat. Coraline (2009)

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I hope u end up ok

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“The first boy who loves you wears floods because he can’t afford a new pair of jeans. He can’t look you in the eye. Not until he asks you out your sophomore year. Sweaty palms. A crack in his voice. Don’t say no. I know you want to. I know your friends are snickering about it in some corner. But I also know that you like the way he is kind and gentle and quite. Even if you won’t admit it. Even if you introduce him to your parents as a friend for the first five months of your relationship. He is real, and he is here, and he is asking you to dinner from behind a greasy mop of hair. Yes, you say. You’ll go. The first boy who loves you picks you up late in a car with chipped paint, but apologies fall off his tongue like rain from the sky. Genuine apologies. He takes you to a place way off the grid. Some total dive. You order the pasta carbonara, and he smiles with all of his teeth when you tell him it’s the best damn food you’ve ever had. He says sweet things. Funny things. You forget that he’s weirdo boy. Lonely boy. Sad boy. When he says he likes you, has liked you for years now, you tell him you might be starting to feel the same way. Might. But when he kisses you, just barely fucking kisses you, your insides scream at the sudden rightness. The first boy who loves you asks you why you never talk about your family, and you tell him all of the gory details. The fighting. The drinking. The divorce. And he holds you until you forget where your limbs end and his begin. Eventually, into the skin of your neck, he tells you that he loves you. You don’t say it back, but you pull him close. You lose your shirt somehow. And then the rest of your clothes. And then your mind. It’s painful and awkward and wonderful before it becomes something more. Much more. And when you let yourself relax, arching into his touch, it’s very nearly everything. But the first boy who loves you will not be the last boy who loves you. And he is not an idiot. The first boy who loves you will not let you push him aside when you need space. He will not let you break without trying to fit you back into place like a puzzle. And when everything falls apart, he is the only thing you know how to destroy. The boy with bright eyes and bad hair and the strongest arms will stay by your side through anything. But when you ask him to leave, rip his hands from your waist and edge him towards the door, he will go. Even though you wish he wouldn’t. Even though you don’t know why you’re doing this. He will go. Because the first boy who loves you is kind and gentle and quite, but he is not an idiot. When you look back at him, sweaty palms, a nervous crack in his voice, you will still remember everything. He called you sweetheart. And babe when he was angry. And your full name when he was feeling especially affectionate. And even though it’s over, even though other boys have loved you, the first boy who loved you will be the only boy who holds your heart in his hands, feels it beat and breath without possession or power but a reverence you still struggle to understand, and then places it back into your chest and whispers, “Live.””

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a messy letter to the boy who will never know how much I loved him. (via yourhandwrittenletter)

Reading through old writing because even when it feels like everything has changed, I recognize myself here. Shuffled somewhere between the words I wrote years ago. God, I love it.

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Nothing wrong with being a dumbass and owning a small cottage

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He has nobody so he’s sad.

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the honeypot emoji is so underrated give her her moment 🍯

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whenever a young kid joins our staff at work im just like huh. guess im a father now.

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summer soda.

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Talia Chetrit

http://artaddict.net/events/article/1115/talia-chetrit-sies-hoke-galerie

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Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’

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Anna Macht on Tumblr

#Illustration #Artists on Tumblr

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when one partner is a soft and one partner is an edgelord

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You said that it is different this time,

I hope it is because you don’t have physical scars I can bandage,

But you act like you live in a cemetery,

And all the headstones have your last name.

For the sad boy who sat in front of me on the bus

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Can you help me feel less scared of bees by telling me all the good things about them. My anxiety makes me uncomfortable around them but I don't want to dislike bees

If caught out in rain storms, they hide under handy leaves as if they were umbrellas. 

They can and do get drunk on fermenting fruit. 

They make an inaudible to humans ‘oop’ sound when they bump into each other by accident. 

They can carry up to half their weight in pollen and nectar. If they need to, they can carry a full 80% of their weight for short distances. 

BUTT WIGGLE LANGUAGE

They are very clean and will groom their sisters and themselves often. 

A beehive is one of the cleanest and most sterile places in nature. 

They don’t like to sting and if slightly annoyed will first gently headbutt you to indicate that fact. 

They fan the hive to keep it cool in hot weather.