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I had to stop writing love letters to boys so I can start writing my own.

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The beauty of a writers soul is that it's engraved in the words of paper. When a writer falls in love with you, you live forever.

These pages I always called home are filled with written portraits of my soul. These journals are like tims travel machines.

Have you ever gave a blank piece of paper all of you? Whole heartily wrote every emotion you have ever felt? Only to end up scratching your pen through the paper to be heard?

These words are powerful.

So powerful I time travel. I couldn't help but to feel it in my heart and let it all out.

You're truly becoming who you are

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And then you came and watered me

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Contemplating the world in my head

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…Love breaks my bones and I laugh.

Charles Bukowski, Fingernails; Nostrils; Shoelaces  (via thequotejournals)

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Nothing shines brighter than the everlasting glow of a good heart. It cannot be emulated—you either have it or you don’t.

Awakened Vibrations (via kushandwizdom)

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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.

Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via perrfectly)

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sext: you are a brilliant entity of light and goodness and you deserve all the love on this earth

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We crossed paths

My heart pulled. A force of motion into your direction. I was expecting it honestly... I knew this was coming and it did. I'm here and I'm in peace. Into the gloomy morning, I knew the universe was doing this for me. How I prayed to be in your arms again, embracing the sense of warmth that inhaled and exhaled together in unison. The fire blew up like gasoline and quickly we ran away and danced the night into our world. Your sweet fingers how they caressed my soul, we shared one last time. Minutes of moments slowed down for us. We finally got to feel once again the words we never got to say to each other. How dearly we missed each other and how sorry we really were for breaking each other's hearts. But I love you and I always will but I can never go back. I have so much love for beyond you or us. I have a love that can mend me, take care of me, with every ounce of love I have for myself, I have to keep going.

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