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I want my life to  equate to something with such depth, that even at the bottoms of the sea, the currents could still feel the vibrations of my joyful heart. A life with such simplicity and reason. In comparison to the wind spreading seeds across the earth. To enjoy life as a child at an amusement park. Where the rollercoasters of life still will give me a rush no matter how fast, high, low or slow it takes me. Yet, to still remember to enjoy the ride with every unexpected turn it takes because, unlike the parks, this ride you on ride once. A life that, even with an aging body, I can still feel the souls of others. When my hearing gets bad, and my eyesight gets blurry, I can still hear the beautiful stories from the people who were once strangers that turned into a loved one.

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Modern Family really built 8 seasons of a TV show around the idea that men can change and be good dads and have feelings and honestly, so iconic

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You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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"Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight" no give me a woman after midnight, I wanna sit and gossip

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The feminine urge to become her 🛐

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the good news is you’re going to get out the bad news is you’ll do it alone

the girl who smells like strawberries and hope? she tries, she really does the next time you see her she’ll be in a casket and for once her hair will be neat and her wrists will be carefully hidden beneath her sleeves they play amazing grace at the service and you’ll frown because she hated that song you always thought she’d be the one to leave

the boy with the crooked teeth and the too-big smile? he stays you’ll see him again, at her funeral he’s got a wife now, and you’ll pretend not to see the way he stiffens at her touch or the way he stares at the old barber’s son this town has no room for people like him

this girl with the dark lipstick and sharp teeth? she’s right where she belongs she’s got her hands around another pretty boy’s throat whispering dangerous things in his ear while her nails draw blood she’s always known how to survive here you won’t see her again, but she’s there standing under the willow tree watching them lower strawberry girl into the ground she has nothing left, now she turns and leaves, and that night she pretends that drunk boys with big eyes and clumsy hands are enough to make her forget but later she’ll stumble to the bar and stay there til sunrise

the boy with the shaky hands and brilliant mind? he’s never going to make it that’s what they always say, and somewhere along the line he starts believing it he shows up at the end of the last song, grease-stained and sweaty he works at his father’s repair shop, now, and just like his father he smells of cigarettes, motor oil and cheap beer he’s everything he never wanted to become you wont ask him to come with you, this time you already know the answer, and it’s far too late anyways

you’ll get out but you’ll do it alone say your goodbyes and don’t look back mutter a prayer for the ones who stayed then keep on walking forgive, forgive, forget this town is a black hole and you’re just past the event horizon keep walking this town will swallow you whole if you let it – r.a.b.

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It wasn't that bad, but I never feel comfortable or safe around you

It wasn't that bad, but my breath gets irregular around you because I'm trying to control my anxiety without showing how affected I am

It wasn't that bad, but my stomach physically hurts and burns when you're around

It wasn't that bad, but hearing you come towards my bedroom stresses me out and physically pains me

It wasn't that bad, but I'm never myself around you because it's not safe

It wasn't that bad, but I don't want to be near you

I shouldn't complain, right? Haven't you told me I'm just rebellious? Haven't you made it clear my health and feelings don't matter? Haven't you made it clear I'm no good? I'm just overreacting, aren't I?

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When do I get to be angry? when do I get to burn down the house in a blind rage???

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the feminine urge to just drop on my knees and scream in a public space

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📸 leoniehanne

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the inherent romanticism of having a friend that checks on you even when you're being an emotionally distant shriveled up idiot

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I am what poets call a great mess

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The love language of annotating a book

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Parents think that they did such a good job raising their child.

What music does your child listen to? Is it lana? Is it mistki? Is it melanie?

What books do they read? the bell jar? the virgin suicides? girl interrupted?

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feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.