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Red Tent in the Rain by  Jonathan Kos-Read

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Got an exam tomorrow. Plz.

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It’s just that after you left music felt heavy in my chest. I saw you in the sunset. I tasted you in my morning cup of coffee. Everything just weighed more than it used to. And eventually I got used to carrying you around like heavy chains linked to these favorite things. But today I was in my living room dancing with my dog to some random song when I noticed it. I was dancing.

Dancing, V.P. (via bandaids-for-the-heart)

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No matter what happens today, Wether he shows up, or doesn’t Wether he falls in love, or doesn’t Wether he becomes the person you thought he was, or doesn’t None of it will take away your beauty, your spark, or your light Because stars don’t shine for any one person

Excerpt from a girl with a wounded heart  (via sunflowerletters)

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He misses you.

When he thinks he’s over you, a random hair tie you left at his place will make an appearance on the side of his bed. He’ll reach for it, twirl it around his finger the same way he did with that piece of hair that always fell out of your ponytail. He’ll watch it spin, so fast it’s almost a blur. His eyes will gaze over as he remembers how you laid on his sheets, the long mane of your hair draped over his pillows like a halo. He’ll probably shake his head, as if to clear the day dream from his mind. He’ll drop the hair tie in the drawer next to his closet, and try to go about his day like he never found it. But before he does, his breath will catch in his throat, and come out in a long gasp of I miss her. He’ll stop himself from leaving the room, only to stare from the doorframe and picture you asleep on his bed one last time.

When the weather starts getting colder, he’ll miss your warmth and the cookies you baked with him. He’ll miss how you both danced around the kitchen to Christmas music, and sipped wine that tasted of the season.

When something wonderful happens, he’ll miss calling you with all the details first. He’ll miss the sound of your excited voice as you cheer him on. And then when something terrible happens, he’ll miss calling you with all those details too. He’ll miss your car pulling up in the driveway, and your arms around him as he falls apart.

He’ll even miss you on nights out with the boys, his phone silent in his pocket, craving the feel of a buzz reminding him that you’re at home waiting for his return. The warm beer only a distraction that you aren’t, anymore.

He’ll miss you as he drives the long way home, ignoring the shortcut down your street. And as he parks his car in his empty driveway, he’ll call himself a fool as he looks up at his darkened house, wondering if you miss him as much as he misses you.

And when he crawls into bed at night, he won’t be able to stop himself as he reaches for that hair tie again. He’ll let it twirl around his finger once more and imagine what life would be like if he never let you go.

So, don’t scold yourself for wondering if he misses you. Because I promise, he does.

-C.A.

(via misunderstoodramblings)

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“12/16/17

I want it all. I want someone who makes me feel special, someone I could spend hours with and never run out of things to talk about. Someone I can sit in comfortable silence with. Someone who gives me butterflies when I look them in the eye. Someone who understands me and doesn’t ask me to change. Someone who makes me feel like we fit - with out trying too hard. Someone who knows my little quirks and finds them endearing. Someone who knows how to make my tears go away and someone who can make me laugh.

I want it all. I want the love story and the best friend.”

N.C. // can I have it all?

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You know, you spend your whole life feeling like you don’t quite fit in anywhere. And then you walk into a room one day, whether it’s at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, ‘Ah. There they are.’ And suddenly you feel at home.

Jojo Moyes, One Plus One (via books-n-quotes)

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Missing: Baby shoe, tinted red.

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They believed that I have a cold heart,  how shall I tell them that I don't, I left it with someone for safekeeping and she hasn't returned it yet.

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Lucid dream

.... Its feeling, like all my wounds from my past are reopening one by one and morphine isn't heping or is anything else. It must be weird for you to belive if I am the same guy that always seemed to defy the laws of the reality... No I am not that guy not anymore. So before you kick me out of here... I think I shall leave.....

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You are the author of your life. You can write anything you wish. But rewriting the already written is not permitted.

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