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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Her warmth, in my arms, is all I’ll ever need.
The truth is, I wanted to fall in love but I’m relly really afraid of getting attached easily for someone I want to be with. I’m afraid that if I’d give my trust it will just be broke. You know even promises brokes. That’s why I don’t make promises too. Because I know in the end I will just being left behind by them. I really didn’t want to believe in their sweetest words that also end up with lies. Because everybody lie. I know I am too negative to think about what will happen without even trying first. But the story of my favorite teacher broke up with her husband after married for 25 is enough, also my parents doesn’t have a good relation even if they live in the same roof. Even the street old man got inzane because of chasing for love and in th end his wife find someone else and think this man is better than him. The dog dies from car accident for saving the cat being hit. And the last relationship I had is end up nothing. Everybody doesn’t want to cry because of loving too much. I am also like them. I’m afraid one day that I will tell myself I shouldn’t believe them first… I don’t want to come the time that I will cry everynight wishing I could turn back time. Because the one thing for sure is that I really don’t know how or when I will start my life again.
Ao haru ride.
I love being in love with you.
You are my one in six billion.
How many more chances will she give me? Her love feels unconditional.
Please take this seriously, Frank. Interventions aren’t a fucking joke.
The saddest, most heartbreaking thing that can happen to a writer, is having to start writing in the past-tense about someone. When you have to go by the memories of who this person was to you, since your lives are no longer in-sync. You know their life is still going on, that their hearts are beating, that they’re still roaming around this earth in search of something. It’s proof that you don’t always lose someone because of deceitfulness, or betrayal, or death, sometimes you just lose someone because life gets in the way. As a writer, you can know someone for just a short period of time when looking back on your life in ten or fifteen years down the line, you can see three or four years as not being much time when you’ve lived more than a third of your life. Yet when you write about someone who you knew and were extremely close with, so many years can pass by, and you’ll still always return to write something about them or for them. If someone writes about you, whether they go on to publish dozens of books, or their writing is just forever kept to Tumblr posts you’ll likely never come across, it means you had such a powerful impact in this person’s life, that they continue to write about you over and over again.
sunshinestateblues (via wnq-writers)
Twins ❤❤
Miyagi
Love and money
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