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As soft as cotton But prickles of pine How beautiful it feels To call you mine

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My love, people have mistaken your kindness for weakness but my love, my lovely boy, you are not weak. You are strong. You hold gardens inside you and you pour out blossom after blossom and give a seed to everyone, even those who don't truly deserve your flowers, but the garden you plant in this world is so beautiful, much like yourself. A daisy to your enemies and a sunflower to your lovers; it's all the same to you because you know nothing else but to help others blossom and grow. My love, you are as lovely as the flowers you grow.

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Detail: noun, 1. an individual feature, fact, or item. The big picture is getting coffee with the one you love, but details taste like the cup you’ve been craving all day from the shop down the street from the beach with the hard wood floors and walls covered in paintings of flowers; the place where you'd sit in a tall chair and swing your legs as you sip on the two straws you always get. Details are the cup he likes with two sugars and one sweetener. Details are when you go back to his house afterwards and he's playing video games sitting, but not quite, on his chair. Details are the place in the corner of his sometimes-messy mind that grows flowers like no garden on earth, and in that corner is you. Details are the way you taught him that flowers need water and sunlight or they cannot grow. Details are the way you help each other flourish. Details are the way he messes with the belt loop of your jeans when he tells you you taught him how to love. Details are the way he kissed you for the first time at 8:58 and you still remember how fast your heart was beating. Details are the story about him that took you so long to unravel because he doesn’t let people read him so easily, but details are the way he writes paragraphs about you like it's the simplest thing to do. Details are the reason he fell in love with you, and you with him, and details are the reason you keep loving each other. Details are the way he looks at you with wide, inviting eyes, that he thinks are just boring brown but to you there's nothing better. Details are one of the most beautiful things in this world, and like many other beautiful things and beautiful people, they tend to go unnoticed.

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Book of the day:The Woman by David Bishop (Free)

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to plant flowers and leave, never to see them grow to pretend to pretend you’re important but secretly feel that you are to sleep reluctantly and believe the day has nothing for you to never dance and envy those who do to eat with friends and lovers to eat alone and taste nothing to swim in lonely self importance to count to two and then lose your temper to be yourself knowing you do it the best to live to pretend you’re not dying to be carried away on the wind

To, Keaton Henson (via lostcampesinos)

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A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.

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I am forever grateful that he exists, even though he will never be mine.

Lina A. (via wnq-writers)

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Tell me about your childhood and things that make you happy, Tell me about that time you stayed up all night crying and why you hate yourself sometimes, Tell me about your dreams and how you like your morning coffee, Tell me about what you’d do if you could change the world and why. You could go on talking and I promise I’ll be listening to each and every word, even if it’s stupid. You could take me home and teach me how to play your favorite video game or we could sit on the rooftop all night watching the stars disappear as the sun rises. We could do anything you like and I’d be your side. As long as we’re together.

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