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dear mfbr.

i will write never ending stories of our love

because your love

was the fuel that helped me begin again.

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dear mfbr.

i get so upset and emo whenever i get to hear your voice. im not sad because of our love. but im scared of not getting to hear your voice one day. im scared of not being able to wake up to it one day. im scared of losing everything we had. 

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dear mfbr.

he is gentle yet untamed

fragile and caring, more than i ever known

and yet my heart still races

at the thought of you

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dear mfbr.

ive made a home out of your arms. everytime you hold me, i feel safe. its like i want to be there forever. when im with you, theres nowhere else i’d rather be. and i am a person who always wants to be somewhere else. and its terrifying to know that one day, i might not be able to come home. to me, youre more than i could ever ask for, you have such a pure heart and i am eternally grateful. being the best for you is what im hoping for. seeing you genuinely happy and seeing you smile is my goal. i want to start my day with you, and end my day with you every single day. forgive me for not being good enough, but i am trying and i will keep trying. so please dont give up on me, and dont give up on us.

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Home is when you started singing your hearts out when you’re with me.

Home is when your hands fits perfectly in with mine, intertwining my fingers with yours.

Home is you reaching out for my hand in a crowded place and making sure im always in your sight

Home is when we’re at our usual place talking about anything, or not talking as we listen to the waves crashing against the rocks.

Home is when you kissed me, in secret when anyone could have been watching.

Home is making sure you sending me home after a long day, making sure im safe.

Home is our late night video calls, accompanying me complete my endless assignments.

Home is listening to you talk about life and all the shit that has happened.

Home is when you hug me and make the world seem right, no matter what is happening. 

Home is your reassurance making sure i know much you love me and how you want us to last for a lifetime. 

Home is your loud farts, how youre always disturbing strangers in public, making me laugh all the time.

Home is ending our nights to our calls.

Home is wherever and whenever im with you.

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please come.

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I have an eternal love buried deep in my heart and soul for you, but will you promise to be patient with all the love I have for you?

Lukas W. // Coffee thoughts #102 (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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and soon after, it became a nightmare

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i would rather die than feel this way

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priorities. sacrifices.

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FUCK

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i dont want to wake up knowing im gonna lose everything. i dont want to wake up to a nigtmare, to something i never want to happen, something ive been dreading, id rather sleep forever than waking up tomorrow. 

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i am losing control of myself, they are calling me. 

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The cuts may sting, but there’s just something so addicting about temporary relief.

my friends are sharp blades (via wasted-suicide)

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