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i am genuinely in love with life. i wake up early and i start the day with good affirmations. i love getting ready, doing my makeup and styling my hair. i am developing a habit of eating fruit and drinking enough water everyday. i take long walks while listening to my favorite songs and i love watching people do their thing. i love feeling the gentle breeze of the wind on my face and the pure sunshine on my skin. i am fond of spending my time at coffee shops and bookstores. i study on my room’s floor and i actually enjoy it. i read every night and do my skincare before i go to sleep. i meet up with my friends at least once a week, we grab a cup of coffee or a glass of wine and share funny stories. i drive around with my bestie while singing our fav songs. i love being silly with my boyfriend, going out for brunch, walking around in cities and collecting life time memories and sharing the glimpse of gentle love. i actually feel good and fulfilled with my life, being surrounded by the right people will make your life so much easier <3

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the crush i have right now has allowed me, perhaps for the first time in my life, to understand why love and romance are so spectacular, why people chase it and why our lives have been socialised to adore it. it’s the sweetness you taste in mango perfectly juicy and ripe, eating it piece by piece as you lay in the grass, the sun kissing your cheeks, nose, forehead, neck, and lips with golden light. or, the warmth you feel a december night by an old hearth, sipping tea as the rain beats down on the panes near you, hiding underneath woollen blankets to read. this strange, overwhelming sensation of peace and joy suddenly hits you out of thin air. but above all else, it’s the heaviness of your entire heart bearing down into your skeleton and the gentle pain in your ever-tightening chest. the physicality of this yearning radiates throughout your entire body, from chest to stomach to lungs. breathe and you’re breathing deeper into the hunger of your desire. exist at all and you’re giving in. and it’s strange, and it’s phenomenal, and i don’t understand it at all. how am i enamoured by someone so deeply my body aches in wake and sleep? and i’ve never understood the purpose or joy of romance until now, until i liked someone so much that knowing them feels sickening and disorientating and terrifyingly beautiful.

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I love watching dvds... bc the little commercials beforehand will be like "coming to you spring 2008!" like man. I can't wait for 2008

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“you’re my best friend, now i’ve got no one to tell i’ve lost my best friend.”

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a poem for pulse by Jameson Fitzpatrick

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its true ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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I write, because I talked to people and they belittled my feelings.

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Reblog to have something lgbt happen to you this summer

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You are Nineteen

A fanfic/poem about Scout, respawn, and aging.

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There is supposed to be a place where no one can reach you. Traditionally, the home, but now we settle for the ocean, the airplane, the summit of a mountain, the middle of a lake, the shower, the womb, the grave

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by starparkdesigns

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decay sounds more gentle than rot. when something decays, it is gently taken apart in it's comfortable eternal slumber. when something rots, it's violently taken apart with agony. in this essay i will

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It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

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I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.  

Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector

buy me a coffee

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People on this site will be weird gay shut-ins their whole lives but as soon as they realise they can find other weird shut-ins to have sex with suddenly they get all pretentious about other people being virgins