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listen.,

i like consuming media too,

but you must. rest.

go to bed , p lease. it is bed time .. please ,

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Not the tentoo tag ,,, fell to me knees at uni

I could live forever in your smile, make a home in your dimples. Ask me, my love, to stay with you just a moment longer.

I want to bask in this feeling, this peace. I've taken shelter in your shade, I've been held by your hands. who else will treat me so? like I am their most precious person, like I am what the universe was made for.

I think the four walls of your heart have ruined me, I cant imagine being anywhere else, no home would be would be warm enough, no house could compare.

we're a little insane, my love, but I think its our own doing.

we're a little insane, my love, and I think its our undoing.

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“But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.”

— Tammara Webber

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i saw you turned off reblogs for that hanahaki post so I don't wanna resurface it but I finally wrote a fic with that inspo if you want to read it :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/47514475

OF COURSE I DO OMG THANK YOU AND ITS MERTHUR IM SO EXCITED

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Fan of both

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Wtf my hanahaki au is at 10000 notes wtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtf

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the animalistic urge to live. to want. to love.

the human urge to live how you want, with who you love.

every winter i have to remind myself that this life i have in me is good, maybe not right now, but eventually. every winter i have to tell myself that it'll all be worth it one day, that difficulties pass with time. because every winter, when it gets too cold and i can't feel my hands, i escape to the future instead of the past.

Pablo Neruda, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems // @sunsbleeding // Anaïs Nin, from Henry & June; A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1932–1934) // Kailah Figueroa, from “june 4th, new york city,” published in Homology Lit

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The Foresters, Alfred Tennyson

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I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

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hey!! i read ur hanahaki idea and just wanted to double check- is it alright if i send it to writers as the basis of the story when i go to commission them?

Yes omg please!!! Please tag me tho so I can read it as well <3 thanks for asking b

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sometimes if i think too much for too long which is too often, i wonder what the future of this account will be. one day, when im gone and theres no one left to remember who was behind these words, will someone stumble onto my account? what would they think? separated by time itself, would we still connect? or would i be another dead person on an obselete platform, reduced to nothing but washed away dreams. when someone reads my work i want them to feel something, i want them to know that i was alive once, i lived and breathed and felt things to an unbearable limit. i want the heaviness of my existence to remind them that history isnt as far as we think it is. whats a few million years in front of the billions this earth has seen.

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"there's a special kind of heartbreak when you lose words you've already said. when you leave a piece of your heart in your work, but then your work gets left on the side of the road. the abandonment, the pain. oh how it hurts to sob to yourself, to write to yourself, to do everything for yourself. I used to write in my notes app, as the memes go, but then one day I lost my phone and all the words in it. and i think i lost apart of me forever. for all our jokes, there's no time we're more honest than when its just us and ourselves. I've heard my ugliest laugh, and my loudest cry. the cringiest moments that haunt me are the ones i've spent with others. if loneliness has taught me anything its that kindness towards myself is a right that i deserve. its a right that i demand when i find myself being cruel to the girl in the mirror. she has so many flaws, but she is so human. she is one big open wound, and i have felt it throb for as long as i can remember her smile"

Excerpt from "A Diary I'll Never Find Again"

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"...I felt like a monster, something so grotesque and grizzly that I could scare off whatever lived under my bed. It felt horrible and inevitable. I was so used to hiding from monsters in my closet that I became one. A monster in my closet. Doomed to run every time someone came close to finding me out.

And now I've forgotten how to feel human. How do I love someone like a real person instead of what I've become? How do I touch someone and not burn them, how do I kiss them and not scar? Would our hands even fit if you tried to hold mine, would you please try? Would you teach me how to love, loud and pure? Would you be patient as I shed years of facades, layered and cracking. My skin is blistering at the thought of intimacy, would you hold me tighter instead of letting go? Would you love me regardless, despite, because of, willfully, always? Could you? Can I?"

Excerpt from "A Diary I'll Never Find Again"

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"what a beautiful thing it is, to understand what the poets' say when they talk about love, and what a wonderful tragedy."

Excerpt from Unsent Letters to Love and Loved Ones

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no you dont undertsand. binging winx club IS a healthy way of coping