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this will be a quiet poem / you're sleeping in my dad's old car / and the moonlight is hitting you just right / and i just want to / take notes

i'm sure that if there was a god / she spent as much time as she could / on you / you're like a greek sculpture / like a painting by monet

i can't linger on your face for too long / although i would much rather spend eternity doing so / the mind is a dangerous place / a destructive place / and i'm sure if i spent long enough looking at you / i would never stop

- grey-eyed goddess | day fifty-three | amber

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i can feel the need for a first again / a sort of twitching in my fingers for a do-over / for a way to mend my mistakes and / forget my past

but how could i forget my past / when you are in it? / you are the moon / and his stars / you are

e v e r y t h i n g

some days i find myself / aching for a tornado to tear off my roof / because some childish part of me hopes you'll fall / right back into my arms / laughing / saying that you don't think you're in kansas anymore

dorothy where did you go? | day fifty-two | amber

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jesus christ i love all my flowers / but every time i touch them they wilt away and die

fuck that’s not important / since you left / my brain has been as scattered as the papers on my desk

(scratch that; the flowers are oddly reminiscent of you)

anyways the pain hides away deep in my ribcage / these days i sleep with a dying flower on my pillowcase to see if that keeps the nightmares away / but my lungs take in so much air when the bad dreams come back / that i feel like it’s just going to break my ribs and make me crawl right back to you

i can’t rest easy anymore | day fifty-one | amber

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Hey! I was wondering if you could make a playlist based off of “don’t be racist. thanks”. If so, thank you! If not, no big deal

hey babe!! of course i’ll make a playlist for you! sorry this one took so long - it’s still kind of a work in progress, but i promise i’ll update it as much as i can!! :)

this is for all of the people who look at me like i don’t belong, like i’m not human, like i’m not one of you - don’t be racist. thanks.

don’t be racist. thanks. | day forty-eight | concept playlist #6 | amber

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Ahh it’s amazing!!

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tysm babe!! i promise to add more though, i feel like it's a bit short :/

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hey dork!! i know i could ask you this irl but i dont have that kind of time,could you make a playlist with the concept of like painting on a sunday morning, the smell of coffee filling the air. oof idk im a dork but ily!!

of course i can, babe! asdF i love you too, you nerd!! oOf sorry i strayed from the prompt a bit though

you’re sitting next to the boy you’ve had a crush on for years, the coffee he bought for you still warm in your paint-stained hands; he looks sweet and devilish and everything in between, and everything you feel is so warm and soft that you’ve forgotten what ice feels like. the sunday sky is the color of champagne and you begin to think that your life has become something like a troye sivan song.

drunk on love but i never want to be sober | day fifty | concept playlist #7 | amber

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you’re lying awake at 3 am in a cheap motel, eyes trained on this hole in the ceiling after having texted her; you can’t help but think of how bright her eyes were, how loud and beautiful her laughter was. the room is dimly lit, and it feels empty and you’re sure that if you look in the mirror, you’ll find the same emptiness in your eyes.

sick of loving you | day forty-nine | concept playlist #5 | amber

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Hey! I was wondering if you could make a playlist based off of “don’t be racist. thanks”. If so, thank you! If not, no big deal

hey babe!! of course i’ll make a playlist for you! sorry this one took so long - it’s still kind of a work in progress, but i promise i’ll update it as much as i can!! :)

this is for all of the people who look at me like i don’t belong, like i’m not human, like i’m not one of you - don’t be racist. thanks.

don’t be racist. thanks. | day forty-eight | concept playlist #6 | amber

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you’ve found your soulmate at a payphone, five feet away from the bus stop that you sit at every night in hopes of finding her. she tells you that she puts in a quarter and calls her lover’s number every night - no one answers, she murmurs, a hint of disappointment in her tone, so you take her around this cough-drop colored town and holy shit, you’re in love

soulmates | day forty-seven | concept playlist #4 | amber

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songs for sitting in art history class and wanting to just go to a museum and hold your girlfriend's hand without giving a shit about what anyone thinks because art is beautiful and damn it, so are you 

 - wow art is nice | day forty-six | concept playlist #3 | amber

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it’s 1980 and you’re sitting in a booth of this cool burger place you just found, sipping an ice-cold cookies n’ cream milkshake in hope that it will ease the burning of your broken heart; but then she walks in, her arm looped with someone else’s and oucH it stings

- somebody else | day forty-five | concept playlist #2 | amber

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i can still feel january’s subtle smile / her necklaces around my neck / her hands tight around my wrist but her lips soft as rose petals / she’s gone now / like the snow melting away and its remnants flowing down the street

but february’s here / rose-tinted cheeks and raspberry glasses / oversized yellow sweaters and tiny little succulents / love as big as her heart and smiles as warm as her eyes / she’s warm and she’s bright and she’s mine

holy crap i just fell in love | forty-four | amber

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i. jesus fucking christ i woke up with a headache at five o’clock in the morning but FUCK i can’t stop thinking of you and your lips and your laugh. 

ii. i can’t remember now; am i taking the aspirin for my hangover or for my heartache? either way, i need to figure it out fast because the pain is growing and growing and i don’t think i can handle hurting anymore

iii. but i swear to god that i will forgive you for this - for loving me like it was a chore, for leaving me like it was what i deserved 

iv. does forgiveness really matter now? i could love you through a bullet, a hurricane, god damn it, i could love you through anything; if you shot me i would smile and that’s the worst fucking feeling

 - crap i’m a mess again but oh well | day forty-three | amber

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it’s 1992 and your hands are intertwined with his, making out in the back of his car as the drive-in is playing the breakfast club for the fifth time - when you want to, you can’t, but when you do, you wish you didn’t, you hear from the speakers but god you can’t imagine not feeling this; here is the only boy you love, the only boy you have ever loved, and you don’t ever want that to change

 - falling for him in the backseat of a car | day forty-two | concept playlist #1 | amber 

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it was quite easy to transition / from writing to you / to writing for you

the weeks after you left / i left scribbles in the margins of romeo and juliet / hastily scrawled notes / about how love doesn't exist

i've since stopped / but every word i write / still aches for you

- day forty-one | amber

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december tells me to close my eyes / and part my lips / his own are cold, icy / somehow i can taste the color blue / somehow i fall in love

i open my eyes / and there's january / telling me that you've never really been hurt / until you've ridden the bus home / heartbroken / somehow i believe her / somehow i fall in love

december leaves gentle bruises on my neck / resembling beauty in reddish hues / he leaves frost on my skin / scarves wrapped around my neck / somehow i fall for it / somehow i fall for him

january whispers gentle praises into my ears / the blush on my cheeks / resembles beauty in pinkish hues / she leaves smiles on my face / peppermint breath as she kisses everything away / somehow i know this is real / somehow i fall for her

- new year's eve | day forty | amber

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i've got a strong soul inside my bones; i've got flowers blooming out of my chest, lines of poetry rolling off of my tongue.

day thirty-nine | amber

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snapshots from a house we used to call our own | day thirty-eight | photos taken by amber