i want a spectacular love with you.
one that blows with the dancing breeze and catches along the wildflowers.
i want to be devoured by you and your passion.
i want the ear to ear grins and the confusion and frustration.
i want it all.
i want it all so fucking bad.
and yet
you pay no mind.
im an absence of a thought there once was
and nothing more.
oh to be loved by you.
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wHy the fUcK do yOu hAve so mUcH pOwEr oVer me sTiLl
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people talk about how nostalgia is evil and makes bad things seem good. but in a way i think that’s so beautiful. why would you want to have negative memories. why when you could see the beauty in all that has been your life and be happy with it.
just as long you don’t go back to things that weren’t really that great. what’s the harm in seeing the beautiful parts of everything.
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tumblr should stop censoring
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i always speak of wanting to find love.
but.
the thing is.
i can see the rest of my life with her.
living in a small apartment in a city.
traveling.
simple - beautiful moments.
but.
i just don’t know if i’m ready to start that yet.
i know i can spend my life with her.
but i still want the adventurous youth of life.
traveling alone.
meeting wildly interesting people.
falling in lust for a night.
experiencing the overflowing joy and heartbreak that the universe has to offer.
and then.
and then i will be ready for her.
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feelings are strange and I don’t really understand them.
and I wish I didn’t feel so damn alone.
I know I have people that love me.
I know that.
but fuck, sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.
I just crave that affection
that pure,
lovely type that makes your soul happy.
the type that lasts.
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I'm missing you more today.
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I'm constantly nauseas.
I don't know why
maybe it's the drinking
or the drugs
or maybe
maybe it's the deepening sadness,
depression,
that has set within me.
it's too deep to dig back up.
it's there.
I don't think it's going to be leaving anytime soon.
though I wish it did.
but I wish you hadn't.
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it’s the simple things
like the slight burn of the hot sun on your black leggings
and the smell of sunscreen engulfing your nose
and the late morning sounds of cars driving by and birds chirping
it’s the smell of fresh cut grass
and lilacs dancing with the slight breeze
it’s the feeling you get
the feeling of warmth and lightness radiating from within
it’s the genuine laughter
it’s the frigid cold water under the stars
it’s the vibrancy of every color
it’s the stickiness of fresh fruit
it’s waking up with an open window and only a sheet to cover you
it’s something to savor
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we are the generation of hooligans
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