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Closed.

So this is it. Because of the new regulation of tumblr, I wouldn’t able to access much of this account anymore.

Moved to a new account and will be updated soon.

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Perks of realizing your are starting your period at midnight:

Scrolling through all the damn social media and internet for a legit reason to cry. When you find none, you cry anyway.

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It's like this every year anyway.

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I don't remember it to be this constant work of pain. Why I never remember it would be this hard?

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Sometimes, you go through something and it hurts and you don’t know if things are ever going to be okay again. But then days go by and you don’t feel like crying and you wonder what it means that you’re fine. You think maybe you’re ignoring your emotions and that they’ll come back out of no where. Until you’re driving home from work, singing along to the radio and wondering what you’ll have for dinner, and you realize you’re happy. Maybe that thing didn’t break you because you’re stronger than that. Maybe you can survive anything. Maybe you finally want to.

(via emptymidnights)

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A certain type of darkness has stolen me Under a quiet mask of uncertainty I wait for light like water from the sky And I am lost again

Sea of Lovers

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You’re supposed to put your pride aside and ride for me, Guess it wasn’t time

(via remanence-of-love)

Well

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I remember the times when I used to talk to someone over the phone every night consistently, talking about random things, singing songs and sharing stories. I remember the times when I would wait until that person falls asleep so I can say every thing I cannot say when that person is awake. And here I thought I was better off alone, but this person came and he had somehow made it to my world when I least expected. He is not in love with me, I am saying it beforehand because I know so, nor I am in love with him in a romantic way, not yet, but I do love him. In ways I know, in ways I could only show and I know he does too because he cares, because loving someone does not need to be in a romantic way always, because loving someone doesn’t always require “I love you’s” it only needs a heart capable of showing how special you mean to someone. He has been there for me ever since. He has been my shoulder whenever I’m sad that the sudden change on my voice will automatically be proceeded with “What’s wrong?” and there’s something in him that makes me tell everything. He will always have a place in my heart that no one could ever fill. He will always be the “if” in life and the “u’ in fun. He will always be my "what if” but never my “what is”, my “maybe” but never my “yes”. He will always be my constant.

To the person I won’t get tired of talking to every night, to my favorite almost. (via procastiwriters)

Omg finally someone put this to words

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Humanity is still on. To brighten up the day ❤️

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i dont mean to be dramatic but talking to someone every day for a while is really nice until that day comes when you like dont talk to them for like 24 hours and u really just feel like youre dying

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It's the thing about a broken wanderer. All they know, when they feel like nothing works out for themselves anymore, they'll go. They'll go far in search of a new version of themselves that might not even include what they have right now.

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Because all she cares about is to give, but she never knows how much she has to give without having to run out of herself. Until one day she wakes up with a hollow on her chest as she already gives away what's most important of her she couldn't take back--her heart.

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Perhaps one day we will meet again as characters in a different story, maybe we’ll share a lifetime then.

Pavana (via lovelustquotes)

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Maybe there'll come a day when the burning ropes start to get closer to my hand and when the heat touches my skin then I realize it's too late. But it's okay, I guess.

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I only write when I am falling in love, or falling apart.

e.s.  (via heart)