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Trust.

Here I am again. At that place where I know that I'm over you, but I'm not over what happened. And I don't know what to do to move past this except accept the love I am given. But that's terrifying.

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Learning to trust again Is terrifying Like standing on a ledge, And the only thing keeping me from falling to my death Is his hand And he could let go at any minute

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Flora by Richard Westall

Date painted: c.1825–1830 Oil on panel, 45.3 x 37.9 cm Collection: National Museums Liverpool

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Your eyes are the kind of blue that sharks swim in The kind of green that the trees hide in their branches at dusk Akin to the tousling waters in the Gulf at sunset And like those waters, could catch fire at any moment.

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I finally did it.

Photos, screenshots, messages, all of it. Gone. Deleted. Time to start a new chapter. Officially.

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What a cold, lonely, sad bed Without you in it

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And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver, Late Fragment (via quotes-shape-us)

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A Wet Night at Piccadilly Circus

by Arthur Hacker

Date painted: 1910

Oil on canvas, 71 x 91.5 cm

Collection: Royal Academy of Arts

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Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships. So go find someone who fucks you right and treats you how you deserve to be treated.

(via gothvibes)

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And so life goes on.

Leaving me be, Air finally reaches my lungs. No more waiting and wondering Where you’ve been or where you’re going. With newfound air in these tired lungs I can out run those long-clinging fears. Your name is no longer engraved On the vice clamping my heart shut. Hope for new love, new adventures, Has melted the lock on the door, And I’m tripping over untied shoelaces In my haste to escape the prison that was my life. Farewell, black and white. Here comes the sun.

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I find myself dreading the shower in the morning

For fear of washing you, your scent, your kisses off of my skin.

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“Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.”

E.E. Cummings (via kushandwizdom)

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Goodbye, my friend.

— E.E. Cummings

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Who knew driving could be so hot??? (E.E. Cummings)

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“And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.”

e.e. cummings (via paradoxpopcorn)