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Fine. Maybe I’m the puzzle. But you’re still the pieces.

- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

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She’s the one, the wife, the woman that you can’t shutup about, the one that you cannot speak of without a toothy grin breaking on your face. She’s the girl you’ll never stop loving, even if she breaks your heart one day. A part of you will always belong to her, and she will live inside of you forever. She will remain woven into your ribcage for the rest of your life, whether she’s your wife or devastatingly someone else’s. If she’s yours forever, flowers will bloom in between your bones and her sweet scent will fill your lungs with a lifetime of comfort. But if she’s gone, her buds will slowly wither away and die, just as you do every day that passes living without her. The poisonous vines left in her absence will grow tighter around your bones with each picture you find of her stashed in old books. Your veins have run dry, leaving a cold numbness in between your fingers where hers used to live. Air no longer flows freely to your lungs, as she took your ability to breathe with her when she left you on that bench three autumn’s ago. Every year that passes you dread the leaves turning her favorite shade of crimson red. You don’t like the colors as you once had, that was her thing. Eventually, there will come the heartbreaking day where you can’t remember her sweet smell, the one that kept you alive all those years. You’ll forget how soft her skin felt under your fingertips at 3am. You kissed her thousands of times but as you slam your fists on the table, you can’t fucking remember what her lips felt like on yours. All you know is that it was home; she was your only home. Now you live at the bottom of a whisky bottle, drowning your sorrows in whatever helps you forget. With alcohol stained lips you’ll slur her name as if she was just in the other room. You pray to a god that you don’t believe in that she will answer you. Tears will flood your eyes as your bones finally shatter, unable to bear the suffocation and strangulation of her absence any longer. You’ll never quite recover, you’ll never really get over it, and you’ll be searching for her in every woman you’ll ever meet for the rest of your life. You’ll never fail to be disappointed. She’s the one, the only one you could ever write poetry about with tears streaming down your face. You’ll never love anything as you love her. She’s the one, don’t you ever fucking let her go.

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Dam that hurts 😇

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A post about romantic relationships

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

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👗💦MASTURBATION MONDAY💦👗

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25,000 likes!

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Get promoted to 115k!

Time for another promo! Right now I have 109k but I will be posting the promo once I hit 115k. 10 people will get solo promos and 10 people will get a group promo

All you have to do is reblog this post and make sure you follow my tumblr

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A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .

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Wildest Drive mashup // Taylor Swift // Halsey // by Paola Bennet

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Thank you .. I understand 😇

I honestly believe I was put on this earth to give so much love but not necessarily receive it. because I love and care so deeply that most people don’t know how to return it. and realizing that is the worst pain I have ever felt. realizing that I will always be the one who loves and cares more in a relationship, realizing that my heart will always feel some sort of pain, realizing that I have this insane amount of love to give but not return, hurts like hell.

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Now that is a happy puppy 😇

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pretty sure i just fractured my pinky. 😣 it hurts soooo bad and it’s so swollen and red with a bright white/blue right where it got hit. i’m really worried about it but i don’t wanna self diagnose and we’re camping so no doctor for me. ; v ; just lots of ice…