Red hair and a Cup of Coffee.

“You’ll understand why storms are named after people.”

[myjournalinframes]

For the day you start to forget.

Listen to For the day you start to forget. by whosbecka #np on #SoundCloud

I hope this reaches you in time.

[closure]

[beckarmrz]

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[beckarmrz]

Ciao, amore.
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[frawth]

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[ocean-butch]

“i love you i love you so much that i cant stop thinking about you i cant go to sleep because im not ready to say goodbye to my thoughts of you. you’re at the movies watching the newest release and i know that im nowhere near your mind right now but you’ve been hiding in mine ever since i met you and im searching for you and baby when i find you i’ll hold you in my arms and tell you there’s no need to stay in the dark, i wont ask you to leave. come out of the shadows and look at everything you’ve been missing out on. all these thoughts are yours, my love. welcome home.”

— a house of daydreams

[mushroomsandfullmoons-deactivat]

rainy day in paris // 2019

[tkkatherineblog]

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“Sure, it’s all worthless—but I still want you to be mine.”

— s.s. (stephenstilwell)

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[beckarmrz]

Oh, hey✨ https://www.instagram.com/p/CEuRgYhHCZL/?igshid=whevcy1x4y9w

[beckarmrz]

I knew I still loved him... because I could be sitting in a tow truck in the middle of the road at 10 pm with him strocking my hair and kissing my forehead while my car was being strapped at the back and I was as happy there as I was on that bus back in Mexico City.

Everything was OK because he was just there with his hand on my leg and my head on his shoulder talking about making midnight apple crumble pancakes. I wasnt scared, I wasnt worried. I was home.

I was OK, because he was there... he was with me.

And that’s what I do. I trick myself to believe any little detail means more than it does. I hang on to the smallest things to believe maybe just maybe deep down he wants me too...

How much he kissed me, how much he hugged me, how patient he was. That he left some of his stuff at my place like he was coming back (when in reality he just didn’t want to take it to work). The way he held me on his lap, made me cum, how much we still laugh together. How he caressed my skin until I fell asleep with my head on his chest. The way he spooned me in bed the rest of the night.

Even though any time I say I love you... he can never say it back.

[melodyhansen]

[stephenstilwell-deactivated2021]

“stop giving me hope. you always fail to deliver on your promises.”

— s.s. (stephenstilwell)