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A machine learning algorithm helped decode the squeaks Egyptian fruit bats make in their roost, revealing that they
The four most common sounds roosting bats make at each other are apparently:
Disputes over food
Disputes over roosting position
Disputes over âunwanted male advancesâ
Disputes over being too close together
When you meet someone who tries their hardest to stick by you regardless of how difficult you are, keep them. Keep them at all costs because finding someone who cares enough to look past your flaws isnât something that happens every day.
Midnight Thoughts (I got lucky with you)
But you left me anywaysâŠ
(via
stayawake27
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I'm still scared I'll hurt you though. You don't deserve it.
Although I knew I was nobody special, You made me feel like I owned the world. And thatâs a feeling I can never have again.
-3:50pm August 24th (via the-demons-i-hide)
she makes me feel worthy and that i deserve love. i went a long time feeling like i was a piece of shit and being treated like a piece of shit from other people. anyway, kit kat, you are a breath of fresh air within my mind of congested thoughts. if that makes sense.
kit kat, i miss you đ
last night, i saw the way you looked at me and i heard it in your voice. please don't catch feelings for me, i'm only going to hurt you. i love the way we vibe though.
âOf course Iâll hurt you. Of course youâll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absenceâŠâ
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via amargedom)
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...but is it wrong for me to still want you here?
I will be okay. I'm growing content with all that is happening and I am slowly gaining inner peace. I'm not saying that I'm not hurting as of right now, but I can feel that I am gradually healing. I will be okay. Everything will be okay. I will accept all that is happening and let go. Be free. Live life. I will be okay. I will be okay. I will be okay. At least, I hope.
I feel like I don't want to date anymore. I don't think there's anyone worth dating and I'm just too tired, too sad, and too hung up on Liana, I guess. No one is interesting enough. No one catches my eye nor my heart. I guess it's just going to take more time. đȘ I go between being sad and being angry and my brain just becomes exhausted from it, like fuck, what can I do to get a mental break? Maybe I should go to Berlin at the end of this year and stay until February or March? I can't stay here anymore. I want to leave everything behind, since everything else seems to be doing that to me anyway. I feel so unlovable.
i wonât call you telling you i miss you i wonât re-read our texts or look back on our memories together i wonât cry at night bc i miss you i wonât watch or read anything you post on social media i will give you your space i will hope that youâll come back to me i will hope youâll talk to me again one day i will believe that youâll forgive me i will learn to get over us i will be okay
you gently pushed the hair out of my face while i was speaking, so i paused mid-sentence and i couldnât help but smile. your eyes and your mouth were smiling back at me. were you smiling to return the gesture or did you feel what i felt at that moment? did you know what you just did to me, internally?
I felt calm and at peace in that moment and I canât remember the last time I genuinely smiled by a small, simple gesture. I donât know what it is, but you gave me something that night.
i canât help but think if this was a moment of innocence or a move you use on other girls.
either way, it worked and you had me.
You spoon-feed me lies and it leads to arguments between us as I scope past the bullshit. Still, you choose to attack me with spiteful words that pass through so easily from those pretty little red lips of yours to eat away at my heart and cause a storm on my face. When did honesty become a lost trait? You must have been whole at one point, no one was born this broken; you are not what you used to be. A pretty face with an ugly heart. I donât want to, but I still love you and allow pieces of you to linger within my heart. You are far from golden, but my heart still wants you closer. You are everything I love and everything I hate bound together within porcelain skin.
she was both the hurricane and the rainbow after the storm the cold air during my lonely nights and the fire that kept me warm
By TheLatestKate
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