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Now you're late: congradufuckinglations

Me every morning

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Someone may be inspired by you, without you knowing, by you just loving people

Once upon a time my heart was shattered into a million pieces, it took years but when I finally gathered and glued all the ragged sharp edges into a semi functional life sub-staining organ again I'd completely forgotten how to use it or how it was suppose to feel, gaps could be seen in the pieces that he took with him, he stole pieces of my trust, confidence and ability to feel things so I built a wall so close around my heart that it barely had room to expanded as I inhaled my next breath. And I'd learn to accept that I'd been damaged; But then I met you, and that docile damaged heart of mine began to feel something unrecognizable. You made me believe that I could be a better person without compromising who I was, by accident you caused the gaps that kept me from getting attached to grow smaller until the force of each heartbeat cracked the walls i had built. Of all the drugs I've ever been hooked on you are the most addicting.

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The difference a minute makes

I know what time you wake up in the morning: 4:30 You say it's good for you and I pretend it's to early. How can I tell you that every morning I wake at 4:29 And fight the urge to text you good morning.

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Words of emotion

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Find more love here!

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Government Secret #584

Trump didn’t feed his Neopets

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what I say: I’m fine…

what I mean: why did mike wazowski say ‘you’ve been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal’ to sulley in monsters inc, but they actually met in college at monsters university, which was many years after he claimed it in the first film?

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[written-in-pen]

You loved him, didn’t you?“ My sister asks, watching me lie on my bed. “Of course,” I say, “he was my best friend.” “No,” She sighs, “I mean, you really loved him, didn’t you?” I bite my bottom lip to keep from letting any tears fall, “Yeah, yeah I did.

E. Grin (via written-in-pen)

[yourviolentlackofvirtue]

if i’m lucky // state champs

[screenlights]

“Don’t be selfish. If you do not love the way her hair curls at the ends or her nose wrinkles when she laughs then let her go. If you don’t see her as a fucking masterpiece then let her go, because someone else will. Don’t be selfish. If you don’t love the way she sneezes or the way she dribbles the toothpaste down her chin when she brushes her teeth then let her go. If your heart doesn’t almost beat out of your chest when you wake up and the first thing you see is her soundly sleeping on your shoulder. Someone else would kill for that. Being with someone when you know you don’t love them is cruel. It’s not only cruel it’s holding them back from someone that could give them everything. Someone that feels waves breaking in their ribcage when they see her walk around the corner. Someone that has had the worst of days, but rainbows suddenly appear at the thought of her. Someone who hears the sound of her voice and it soothes the darkest of nightmares. If that is not you, let her go. She is wonder, she is magic, she deserves someone who believes that every single day, not just on certain days.” —(via usedbandages)

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I hope one day you regret losing me. You didn’t see the galaxies in my eyes that could form constellations or sooth the storms in my aching body but you did make flowers grow in my lungs and even though they are oh so beautiful, I can’t breathe.

Please forget me so maybe I can forget you. (via thedamnedpoetsclub)

[mikefrawley]

A Better Man

God grant me the strength to live fearlessly today  be generous and loving to all and in all things do the best I can yet I pray that I ask not selfishly for I hope in some small way this world may be a kinder place if I might but be a better man 

[ellacalm]

Very private people have mastered the art of telling you little about themselves, but doing it in such a way you think you know alot

(via ellacalm)

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