the notes in the bottle

hello, I'm a thought bubble. let's talk about the weather.

[santanabellas]

rings from santana bellas 1903 capsule

shot by nico chavez

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I’m in love with H and this ring he bought me

[thoughtkick]

“Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.”

— Khalil Gibran

[hallucinateddd]

Who do you regret losing the most?

i regret losing myself trying to make things work with the wrong people

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10/15/18 aaaand i agree

i just looked at my avatar

since we know “this” is what happened

what happened?

my first ex

my first heartbreak

still not through

over and over again

Your damage spirals through my relationships

Like a slingshot

Like a boomerang

Like your father when he

(in my imagination)

heard every detail about how you

used me

For sex

pretending it was consensual

assuming everything i did

Wasnt because I wanted to keep you

romantically

wasnt because everything you put me thru felt like

it was the only thing that really matters

ninth grade is the hell that god puts people who havent experienced enough life in

us noobs

we’d end up there

Singing songs from your parent’s childhood

fuck

the relational your

I’m so glad I’ve grown since ninth grade

blond boys and blond girls still haunt me

But im sexy as hell lol

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I’m

i’m sexting a straight boy who I sent queer porn to. he sent me back a tumblr blog that was titled for boys only, he should have known better. of course ima get bored and start writing poems when his ass starts sending me dick pics, his first ones to me. I’ve seen that thing plenty of times in person tho, i always love when he shuts me up. shut up ur friendly neighborhood chatty ass feminist. love her for her sweet lips and spicy tongue, dig for that pot of sweet sage, hear about her fantasies of fucking sweet womxn with a strap on, her guilt at not being as trans friendly in the dating realm quite yet, her inhibitions, her filtered heart... her chinese heart, her american breath, their angry feminine, their cool masculine, the wooden floor where your tequila heart and clear squinty bedroom eyes met mine as you told me you just started seeing a therapist, just started uncovering your traumas, just started wanting to date ? sleep with ? womxn.

caesura.

maybe I would sleep with you. maybe just that. a breath of fresh -

a breath of

your numb fingers never could feel inside of

my worn and weary heart, full of wear and tear and that’s fair, you aren’t into me....

you are fascinated by my lack of

by my full presence

by my moves on the dance floor

by my nonchalance

by my ambition

my fuckin drive

the way I would make you my housewife

you dont know me yet

how can you be that interested in me?

medieval warfare grimess

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"study hard, play hard, enjoy life" （好好学习，好好玩，享受人生）

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"you are capable you just need to do it"

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friendship has no borders

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He called me beautiful and said he was sorry...that he tried really hard to be a good guy. He thought I was still mad at him. He prepared a little "speech" for me to say he wouldn't be able to make it to my dorm but that I deserve a "better" guy than him, and that I'm one of the most beautiful people he's been with. and he began with saying on the day that I was holding his arm and Addison saw, he was actually proud. just not used to it of course...

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the goal is to be nice but not oblivious

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"Could I kiss you sometime?" Things that I want to say. There's some people who you know a simple kiss would explode into stars, while most kisses are a mechanical movement of a couple lips.

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pure bores me

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choose to sell the good life or the anguished

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murphy's law

[istolethisfromyou]

You let me read your dream journal a couple weeks into our relationship. I was excited because I always loved understanding you and your mind better. I guess you left it in my room, and it ended up getting thrown into a box between all the move-outs and move-ins. You were my first love and I fear I won’t feel the same way about anyone ever again. It’s been seven months since we broke up, and three months since I decided to cut off all ties with you. I still think about you everyday and it stings to know that you’ve already moved on. Even though you’ve completely broken my heart, I keep your dream journal as a reminder that once, I was your dream. And hopefully one day you’ll stop being mine.

- Bee

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humans are perishable goods

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wasting our time looking for panaceas