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Is love really a thing anymore?
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Is love really a thing anymore?
Speaking into existence
I want to be loved on my good days and bad. For potential partner to be able to understand that I’m not only my aesthetic and parts. I am not there to be a mere source of happiness or excitement. That both parties should be happy on their own and to be open to sharing their happiness and growth with each other. I want to be loved because you crave my presence in your life. Not because I’m a safe choice, a prize, or a reason for recognition. In this world, I desire a wholesome unity between two souls.
You can’t rush something you want to last forever.
I think I’m dying; which is great, because I don’t really feel like living, anyway.
-Makenzie Hipple
via Instagram
He felt absolutely nothing for me and I felt absolutely everything for him.
-Makenzie Hipple
I hope that you remember that I loved you very much.
4am
I think I’m dying; which is great, because I don’t really feel like living, anyway.
-Makenzie Hipple
“The day we fell apart, you left the doorway hanging wide open when you walked away and I spent hours staring at it as if I had expected you to come back. I guess I should have known better. I guess I should have given up. But even now, every time I hear someone knocking, my heart thinks–it’s you, it’s you, you came back–and every time, I open it to someone who’s not you. And my heart breaks, all over again.”
— close the door
“i wish you were still here
nothing hurts more than knowing
nothing can fix this distance anymore
i would do anything
sacrifice anything
just to hear you say that you still care
it hurts more than you’ll ever know
I’ve tried to forget you
but your smile is imprinted in my mind
and your laughter I could never forget
you’ve broken parts of me
that will never be whole again
yet after everything
i would still take away all your pain
and put it on me
i would take a million bullets
so you could live
i would suffer for eternity
so you could be happy
i wish you were still here.”
Unconditional // J.A.