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It’s so nice when you’re excited to speak to someone and the feeling is mutual. That feeling you get in your stomach when they quickly rush to finish their daily tasks, and climb into bed and start talking to you. You can hear the tone of their voice change and you can feel yourself getting comfortable.

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abt me: glowing, eating peaches drinking wine in lingerie, not texting ur desperate ass back

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I’m always tired but never of u

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I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.

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Something Or A Lot / #BecauseHonestlyseries

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She thinks she’s hiding

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help her she’s so small

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Free her

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Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via wordsnquotes)