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Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.

Gregory Galloway, As Simple As Snow (via hplyrikz)

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I read this thinking of Doctor Who and I realized it can still work...

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She entered the dimly lit room and walked over to the keyboard. She turned it on and her fingers found the notes. She began to play and soon after began singing as well. This was her favorite part of the day. She was all alone in the room playing and singing like no one was watching. At least, she thought no one was watching. What she didn't know is that he had walked up the stairs and was standing in the doorway. He could see her but she couldn't see him. He let her voice wash over him. It was like nothing he'd ever heard before and he never wanted it to end. They were both in such happy places that when she finished the song neither of them moved for a long time.

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She longed to feel his hand in hers. She wanted to go to that summer. To that day. To that place. She wanted to feel that summer breeze on her face, and to smell the flowers as they walked by. She loved that feeling and she wanted to feel that way. But instead she was alone. Alone and in the dark. Alone and in the dark and longing for that feeling.

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So stop waiting for Fridays, and stop waiting for summers, and stop waiting for someone to fall in love with you, because those things will happen. But in the meantime, enjoy right now

Lucy Sutcliffe (via alunit)

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Writing is such a beautiful sensation. It can take us anywhere at anytime and let us experience many things at different times, or everything all at once. It is truly amazing.