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One day...
You’ll be sitting at your house and see the first picture of me with him, and you will finally know. You’ll know how I felt watching you run after the easy girls while I would’ve dropped anything for you. You will see the same smile I used to give you directed at him. You’ll finally see me for who I was...perfect for you. But the problem is: you can’t have me anymore, and it will be your loss, not mine.
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Because we were like matches and fireworks...beautiful in the right setting, disastrous in all others
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Late night thoughts
I always want to talk about you; but my friends are sick of listening, and I’m tired of my own mistakes
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It’s the little things
Touch my knee with yours under the table while our friends are talking to us. Brush my hair back when the wind blows it out of place. Tell me your hands are bigger than mine, just so you can brush mine while proving your point. Make eye contact. When you see I’m upset, message me, and let me vent. Because you know I hold it in so I look stronger than I actually am. Whisper to me when no one is watching. The little things are more important than you think. That’s all I want. Just...simplicity.
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I'm not afraid of the future, only of becoming who I used to be.
ABD
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Fall in love with someone you’ll want to travel the world with.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
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More than anything else, I hate hurting other people...
ABD
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Constantly stuck between that confident-warrior princess-save the world kind of vibe, and just wanting someone to cuddle and bring me food
ABD
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