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#heres a daily overlyanalyzation from addie saying that shes lonely and feels like she doesn’t have sijngle person who actually cares!!!!!#i literally feel like my life is going nowhere #i'm 23 and i sit on my couch on saturdays #i'm 23 and not a single boy wants to hang

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I am writing this because I am too much of a coward to tell you this in person. You and I both know I am poor with words, and even poorer with actions. I am writing this because I’ve been harboring heavy emotions, emotions that I’ve always wanted to display unto you, but have been prohibited by my nature from doing so. Do not let these words scare you – continue reading and listen to the contents stored inside my heart. I love you. But to me, those words sound so bare. I wonder what I’ve done to deserve you. To deserve such a selfless, ethereal soul. To deserve your arms wrapped around my neck, and your lips upon my own. I am so thankful. My favorite days are when I’m graced with your presence alone. My favorite days are when you’re driving and I fall asleep and wake with your fingers interlaced with mine. Everything you do, I cherish. From the way your eyes disappear when you smile, to the way you bury your face and weep. It’s been seven years already, hasn’t it? Since we first confessed our feelings to each other? Back then I was young, I held back. But I’ve always felt this way. I want to make it up to you. When you come home after a long day, I’ll massage your aching body and take care of you. When you’re sick, you won’t go a day without seeing my troubled face constantly asking how you’re doing. I’ll take you to places we’ve never been before. I’ll make everyday exciting, like the way my heart fluttered when we shared our first kiss. Most of all, I want you to be loved. I want you to feel like we were fated to be together. I hope you understand that my words may be limited, but my emotions and feelings for you are sincere. Everything about you, I adore. I fall for. I treasure. I loved you, I love you, and I will love you.

Cara Mae (via wnq-writers)

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do you ever feel the need to ask someone if they still want you in their life because it always feels like they don’t care about you or that you are bothering them.

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Darling, running back to the same hands that broke you, will not heal you.

iambrillyant (via wnq-writers)

#needed

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My god she was beautiful.  She had lips, full and pink; a pink as if passion were a colour.  Her hair, long and golden-red as if made of sun rays, bright and soft.  Her eyes, they changed colour from a silky grey in the winter to icy blue in the spring and in the summer… this emerald green like nothing I’ve ever seen.  Her voice, although quiet and not often heard sounded like my favourite song and when she was angry her voice would sound like thunder; if she was mad enough she would cry like rain, it could break your heart.  Her laugh like that of a child who had never been hurt before, who saw the best in all.  Her figure, of which she never enjoyed, her hips were soft curves, like the waves of an ocean and her face like that of an angel.  She had freckles that looked like stardust had been sprinkled over her.  Her mind… imaginative, creative. The things she thought up were never simple but she made it so the most complicated things could be understood by the most bland people.  Her tongue could cut like a razor blade or place butterflies in your stomach.  Oh she was beautiful, if only she had seen what I saw.  If only I could see it again…

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I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.

Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via taruiels)