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100 Favorite Songs Challenge

And I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss. So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it. But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split. The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.

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misswallflower

#you have stolen the world i was

historicaltimes

German soldiers flee from a gas attack on the Flanders Front. 1917

#heartache and poetry

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gravedigging

"Wolves develop close relationships and strong social bonds. They often demonstrate deep affection for their family and may even sacrifice themselves to protect another member of their pack.”

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werewolf au: Liam

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werewolf au: Zayn

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nevver

Fortune cookie

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#you have stolen the world i was

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Ghost Lights | Woodkid

However fast I dance to make the sun shine I will never fall down No matter what it takes, I’ll try to save the ghost lights

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We Were Emergencies - Buddy Wakefield

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost but tonight let us not become tragedies. We are not funeral homes with propane tanks in our windows, lookin’ like cemeteries. Cemeteries are just the Earth’s way of not letting go. Let go. Tonight let’s turn our silly wrists so far backwards the razor blades in our pencil tips can’t get a good angle on all that beauty inside. Step into this with your airplane parts. Move forward and repeat after me with your heart: “I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.” Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. Go slow. I’m new to this. But I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping. I have realized that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it, that we are not tragedies stranded here beneath it, that if my heart really broke every time I fell from love I’d be able to offer you confetti by now. But hearts don’t break, y’all, they bruise and get better. We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You call 9 – 1 – 1. Tell them I’m having a fantastic time.

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