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[rsbowen-blog]

all i want is a really good friendship with another girl and have sleepovers all the time but that was probably ruined as of 11:05am today, i cant even begin to explain how upset i am.

[rsbowen-blog]

for 11/2/2017

i wanted to have plans for our 730 consecutive days together as a couple.

you said you made plans, it was a surprise.

two days prior now.

just to find out there isn’t anything planned.

i would be lying if i said it didn’t hurt but i would be lying to say i am surprised.

now i’m crying again.

always crying.

[wnq-writers]

I know you are not perfect, not even close, but my love can fill all the cracks in your faults

more-than-melody-to-me (via wnq-writers)

[extramadness]

[wnq-writers]

Vincent van Gough was known to drink yellow paint because he believed it would lift his spirits, he physically inhaled toxins to cure his depression. I do similar, except my yellow paint isn’t yellow paint, it’s his words that he whispers into my mouth, his eyes that I can get lost in for hours, and his face, oh his face. I just can’t get enough.

ex-istential-crisis  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

All I want right now is to lay in the grass, cuddle up next to you, and look at the stars. We would talk through the tranquility of the night with our hushed conversations about everything from our favorite pizza toppings to the things we swore to never reveal. We would name all the stars in the sky and sing to the moon until the silence engulfed us. Except this silence wouldn’t be awkward and unnerving. It would be filled with the jokes we made, the secrets we told, the trifling topics that were not nearly as meaningless as they seemed. This silence would be filled with the thundering outcries of love and passion. And in this deafening silence, I would fall asleep in your arms captivated by the beauty of everything. The chill of the night. The bright stars. The light-hearted yet profound conversation. The smell of your cologne. The feeling of your hands engulfing mine. The taste of your lips against mine. And most importantly, you.

neutralle (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

When I love, I love whole. I still love you despite your mistakes, your faults, your regrets. When I love, I love long. Once you’re gone, your taste lingers in my mind, handprints on my skin, love bites on my collar bone. When I love, I love hard. Fuck the fear, the vulnerability, the hurt. I would rather feel pain and experience things with you than to have played it safe. When I love, I love unconditionally. This is the only way love should be; with stitches of effort, forgiveness, strength, support and refusal to give up.

happiestsadness, How do you love? (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

Then it hits you suddenly; you’re 20 years old and you didn’t think you’d make it to 18. Those days have passed and now you appreciate life and you love a boy who loves you and you’re not thinking about the past but instead about the future you’d like with him.

unwrittenphrases (via wnq-writers)

[just-six]

Time only made everything hurt more.

six word story // leviitatee (via just-six)

[jtbarnett]

Yeah, well sometimes shit goes wrong.

J.T. Barnett (via jtbarnett)

[jtbarnett]

I can’t remember who I am.

J.T. Barnett (via jtbarnett)

[fy-perspectives]

If you really want to live your life to the fullest and realize your greatest potential, you must be willing to run the risk of making some people mad. People may not like what you do, people may not like how you do it, but these people are not living your life. You are!

Iyanla Vanzant (via wnq-writers)

[rsbowen-blog]

10/16/2017

i’ve never felt so happy and so in love in my whole life.

though, i am merely 17.

my boyfriend is the man i want to spend the rest of my life with and to grow with.

he is my best friend and the love of my life.

i am so happy.

the feeling is unfamiliar.

but with him, i can get used to it.

[rsbowen-blog]

this holds everything that means the most to me. i write everyday. about the same person. him.

[thelovejournals]

We are told that people stay in love because of chemistry, or because they remain intrigued with each other, because of many kindnesses, because of luck. But part of it has got to be forgiveness and gratefulness.

Ellen Goodman (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

At the end of the day no matter what happened between us we fall asleep knowing that our lives are intertwined in a way only we can understand. That’s the most beautiful poetry there is. A sacred bond, a secret garden, worlds apart, and every night we dance together in the stars hand in hand, I will see you in our dreams, my love.

Demetra Demi  (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

my brain and body fight every night. My body for your touch and my brain for your apology. And my heart? Well my heart is too shattered to even ask why.

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