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— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)

sometimes i briefly forget that my mom’s name isn’t actually mom and i go to email her and start typing “mom” and then i wonder why it isn’t showing up

#thoughts #mom

sitting in the coffee shop/flower shop as we speak. in another life i would work here and have my much awaited romance

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if you’re someone who doesn’t get carsick, please take this as a moment to appreciate how lucky you are

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having spent some time in scotland, i’m getting more and more confused at how the harry potter characters supposedly spend so much time outside? the weather is rarely conducive for that

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h-isforhome

they don't tell you this but if ur really lonely for a long time, a hole starts forming in ur heart and the longer u feel lonely the bigger the hole gets and it doesn't matter if u feel less lonely when ur older bc the hole stays forever and ur life just grows around it. But the hole is always there.

i feel like every time I travel somewhere i'm like "oh I want to move here i'm going to live here someday" but I swear I mean it this time I really really do

#thoughts #edinburgh #scotland

parfois je wish que je could live in quebec parce que si je could speak franglish tous les jours, je would be une happy happy fille

#thoughts #franglish

i never quite know what to do when I miss someone who's still right there, right in front of me. it's the end of another year of school and I won't see these people until August, and I start to miss them but the missing starts when i'm still with them. I see their face in front of me and my heart aches because I want to be with them, but I am with them already. what am I to do? I can't be any more with someone than I am now, so I am stuck in this state of longing

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inkskinned

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

lunamonchtuna