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does anyone like you

dude idek if I like me

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30.07.17 Maybe unlovable isn’t my label after all

4 days. That’s all. 4 days since you first appeared in my life, by a strange conincidence. 4 nights of staying up till 2 am talking about life and death and everything in between. 4 mornings of waking up to a picture of your still half-asleep crooked smirk, apologising again for falling asleep before me ( I make fun of you about it, but am secretly glad that I am the last face you see before sleep, and the first when you wake up). The cycle of sleep,Snapchat and sleep again is becoming routine and I honestly don’t want it to not be the norm.

Though only 4 days has passed, I know your insides deeply, but am hazy on the ordinary. I know not your middle name, but I could recount the whole tale of the first time you stepped into a rowing boat, because even through a low quality screen, I could see the way your eyes lit up. I can not tell you what your parents do, nor your little bothers name, but I can cringe over my snort of laughter as you recounted the wonder you felt when you first learnt what lies at the end of a rainbow.

The mundane, you say, comes with time, and right now I want to journey to the hidden corners of your heart, and to learn the secrets your secrets haven’t found out.

And maybe after four days that is a bit too much too soon, but as you shake your head and repeat the phrase ‘Your such a strange person’ for the 12th time in under 92 hours, as I recall yet another useless fact about Piranhas, I realise that maybe at the end of my rainbow lies not a Leprocorn with a pot of gold - but you.

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30.07.17 Maybe unlovable isn't my label after all

4 days. That's all. 4 days since you first appeared in my life, by a strange conincidence. 4 nights of staying up till 2 am talking about life and death and everything in between. 4 mornings of waking up to a picture of your still half-asleep crooked smirk, apologising again for falling asleep before me ( I make fun of you about it, but am secretly glad that I am the last face you see before sleep, and the first when you wake up). The cycle of sleep,Snapchat and sleep again is becoming routine and I honestly don't want it to not be the norm.

Though only 4 days has passed, I know your insides deeply, but am hazy on the ordinary. I know not your middle name, but I could recount the whole tale of the first time you stepped into a rowing boat, because even through a low quality screen, I could see the way your eyes lit up. I can not tell you what your parents do, nor your little bothers name, but I can cringe over my snort of laughter as you recounted the wonder you felt when you first learnt what lies at the end of a rainbow.

The mundane, you say, comes with time, and right now I want to journey to the hidden corners of your heart, and to learn the secrets your secrets haven't found out.

And maybe after four days that is a bit too much too soon, but as you shake your head and repeat the phrase 'Your such a strange person' for the 12th time in under 92 hours, as I recall yet another useless fact about Piranhas, I realise that maybe at the end of my rainbow lies not a Leprocorn with a pot of gold - but you.

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Not again. #prayforvegas 💔

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Body positive

Do not be disheartened by what beauty standards say you should look like to be beautiful

Love your curves, your chubby thighs, your soft tummy

But also love, your hip bones that stick out and your collar bones that protrude

Your weight doesn’t dictate how beautiful you are, nothing but your soul does that

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Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.

Veronica Roth (via quotemadness)

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“Sometimes you need to give up on people, not because you don’t care but because they don’t.”

-unknown

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26.07.17 A very 21st century beginning

4:35pm, and you had sent a snapchat to my friend. As fate would have it, she was away so I was doing her streaks and answered the message.”Hey, Amelia isn’t gonna be back on her phone till Friday.”, and you answered with an abrupt, “Oh okay, who are you”. 

Who am I? 

I am a girl who’s playlists are filled with Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance, but dances to Disney Channel soundtracks whilst getting ready for school. I am a girl who has surrounded herself with fake friends, and grown to love the person she is around them, but hate the person she is whilst on her own. I am a girl who convinced her therapist that she was better, because it has been two years, and I can tell that even she has given hope that I will ever be okay. I am a girl who was tricked into love at 12, by a man who wanted to use me, and escaped just in time unlike so many before me. I am a girl who fits into every cliche in every romance novel ever written, and loves it. I am a girl who is extraordinarily ordinary. But that’s a bit too much to fit into three lines of a snapchat message, so I just say, 

“Daniella”