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Day Dream. Day Dream.

it’ll be a world of mirages, and it’ll be all mine

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Even though the future is uncertain, what and who you love isn’t. Follow your dreams.

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When you first get heartbroken,

It hurts. You feel like your heart sunk into the back of your chest, and your eyes are swollen shut from all the crying. It hurts that you weren’t good enough, and you ask why your love wasn’t enough to save the relationship. It hurts that he moved on and found someone better. It hurts to see all these couples happy together and you not being one of them. It hurts, because you keep replaying all the good moments in your head and keep getting that fuzzy feeling you get everytime you think of him. It hurts because he doesn’t love you anymore. It hurts.

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A E S T H E T I C

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The stars are blind and so are you

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When you first get heartbroken,

It hurts. You feel like your heart sunk into the back of your chest, and your eyes are swollen shut from all the crying. It hurts that you weren’t good enough, and you ask why your love wasn’t enough to save the relationship. It hurts that he moved on and found someone better. It hurts to see all these couples happy together and you not being one of them. It hurts, because you keep replaying all the good moments in your head and keep getting that fuzzy feeling you get everytime you think of him. It hurts because he doesn’t love you anymore. It hurts.

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12:19

It’s currently 12:19 and I have no reason to still think about you. But I do.

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And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

Unknown (via regular-love)

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Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

Lemony Snicket, Horseradish (via thequotejournals)

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Styles has built his career on being elusive. He gives you just enough to be intrigued, but never enough to be fully satisfied. He rides the border. He embraces androgyny; he’s the bad boy rockstar that preaches kindness; he’s the most talked-about without talking much at all; he looks new wave in a suit that even the ’70s probably would have looked upon as tacky. Contradictory, yes. Perplexing, perhaps. But there’s just something about Harry Styles, the solo performer, that sticks. And no, he won’t tell you what it is.

Harry Styles stuns on first tour as solo artist (via thedailystyles)

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Ugh my music inspo 

Niall Horan - Too Much to Ask (Official)

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I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?

Kristie Betts (via wnq-writers)

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The start of something.

I always wanted to be a musician. And I used to always let people tell me what I can or cannot do. Well not today. I will do great things.