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What 24 years of friendship looks like. It was never easy. Not once. Ups, downs, hills, valleys, dark alleys & desolate caves, at times. But, when you find people who get who you are, at your core, you just can’t walk away from that. #friendship #loveship #firstlove #24years #bonded #fuckoff #goodtimesbadtimes #youknowwevehadourshare

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#the end of the f***ing world

I love the way this series is filmed. They always show them side by side. When they separate, nothing goes right. Life got shittier. Side by side, even though they were in major shit, they seemed to be calm about it. That speaks volumes. #theendofthefuckingworld

#the end of the f***ing world #real love #unbreakable bond

fireandsteelofangels

I don’t think I can live without you because the minute you drift away, to a place I can’t reach my stomach gets tied up in knots and my mind goes numb I don’t know how or when or the way of it but the thing that hums in my bones with certainty is that I need you, I trust you, I love you because the world seems darker without you smiling at me and the song of my heart goes quiet when I don’t whisper your name because when you touch me, the garden of eden explodes into being and I think my atoms were formed to finish the puzzle piece that is you

Unfinished Stories #220 by Abby S (via fireandsteelofangels)

If people could remember this and try to be more genuine or polite they would get more honey instead of piss and vinegar.

If they can’t recognize the path you lit up for them; let them stumble in the dark.

#shawn james

dsxsbx

Candy Sky // Juuso Hämäläinen

I feel defeated and the strongest ever at the same time. I am open to all this universe has to offer me, more now than ever. I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I don't want to tie someone down to words or promises. I want them to willingly tie themselves to me because I am what they want and need. That's passion. I crave it. I want it. And I won't settle for less. That's all that I want. The eyes speak volumes. And the days ahead will tell in time. - ♥♠13

“He doesn’t see what I see, when he looks in the mirror. He has no idea it’s because of that, that I love him even more. He tells stories that make you feel like you’re watching them happen right in front of you. He is so animated; him alone describing details is an animated story and you’re hooked just listening. He has this overwhelming big heart for animals; even more then myself, I think. And, I know it’s because he believes that they are the only thing that won’t hurt him & want unconditional love. The kind he wants but will never admit to. His eyes have this starry affect even when he’s stark raving mad; he has no idea that you almost don’t hear him yelling. But his sense of life and death is what keeps me around, the most. Someone who hasn’t lost many people to death but by his own hands. I relate to that and I have never found that same familiar feeling in anyone before. A kiss from him is like Death being your friend and allowing you to live because you are the only one he has ever loved. I’d rather die with him and be loved forever then lose him & live without his love.”

"The Leaves" Just a simple walk to the train isn't the same anymore. Where I once thought I could lift my head up to meet a stranger's eyes & smile, in the morning, I now cower my head down. What's the point if they're not the eyes of who you want? Walking down to wait for the train, the sun isn't glorious, anymore. It's blinding. It makes me feel too awake. I've gotten used to walking around like a zombie. Peeking up every now & then, when its time to see where I need to go. There are those days. Then there are the days where I feel like my head can't get any taller. Sticking it out as if to ask for the guillotine. Raising it so high to stare directly into the eyes of any person I pass. As if, I could pass my pain onto them, straight from my eyes. Not caring if my stare is making someone uncomfortable because for that one moment I can wonder what's it like to be them. Then reality sets in that this, this, is the rest of my life. Bowing my head to avoid people or staring right through them. And, it hits me that I have truly allowed to be lost. So much, that I can travel between these two worlds, of slumber & the real world so easily, that no one can recognize when I leave. And no one knows who the real me is. Not even I. I know, now, how it takes more energy to just keep walking, faceless, than to stop & breakdown sobbing in the middle of the street because that is all I felt right then & there. I think the more I hold back, the more numb I will get. I remember what it was like to be human & stare at a woman who is silently crying from her eyes & wonder what could be so bad to lose your shit in public. Anyways, time for work. "How can I help you?"

We just work.

"It's beautiful when the weather's not hot or cold. Kind of like you don't notice it,kind of like it's perfect 'cause everything's so balanced. You don't even feel it. And while you're feeling that non-feeling...you look up in the sky and you almost think,"That's why,"because how everything IS right now...all the stars and planets and us and the groundand the cells and molecules...Right now...is exactly the reason.Right now is comfortable. -You're a now person. True. -Yeah. See, I'm a five-minutes-from-now person,because five minutes from now,a gust of wind could come and blow H1 N1 in everyone's eyes. Right. Except that's highly unlikely. -Or five minutes from now,an earthquake could erupt and swallow us all whole. Right. Except that...Shit.That could actually happen. -Yeah...the point is I'm way too anxious about what could happen five minutes from now to be content with now. Can't do it. What if something good happens five minutes from now? Can't that happen? -No. What did you think was gonna happen five minutes before you met me? -Just really paranoid I'm gonna miss it. I miss things a lot. I don't care if l miss it because... -You're a now person. Got it.” #cometmovie #fiveminutesfromnowpeoplewilldrainyoursoul

#cometmovie #fiveminutesfromnowpeoplewilldrainyoursoul

#beingrealmeansshit

The twist in this story is the girl who dumps everybody because she still loves the first boy she ever fell in love with, now gets dumped by... the first boy she ever fell in love with. And she’s not 15 anymore, she’s 35. It took 20 years of star crossed loving and 3 failed relationships to come to the conclusion she saw happen in her head the first day that she met him

He never gave any sign of being cruel, in the beginning, that would lead her to believe he may hurt her one day …it was because he was so nice to her. No one was ever that nice, not to her, not in her eyes. Not that way. Part lover, and best friend with part paternal protection and so much honesty she could always trust him with everything and anything that came between them. So much that, they never really lost touch with each other over the years. So much that every time she really had believed, they would be together, just for him to hurt her with words & push her away Her pain was always so unbearable that instead of having a vice such as drinking or drugs to numb herself—she open to meet new people. People who made her forget him, at least during the day. Because we all know the nights are the cruelest, when we are in agony. The stones in your rib cage and the hollowed out heart, with the empty chest swirling around while she lay drowning face down in feathered pillows. In pain. The sun would come out & it was a different world. Live on, carry on, smile, laugh, spend time with good people. And then the nights would come every night, as if nothing changed in the mere few hours it was daylight. This went on for what seemed like forever. Who knew it took an old enemy, turned friendly, to open her eyes as to what she really wanted. So she destroyed everything around her, from building to rubble, on the chance that she would dress up in the shiny armor and be his saving grace knight. Save him from a somber life of missing her because his foot was always where he shot himself & then placed in his mouth when it came to her love. Finally, no restrictions, no one around, no distractions, no marriages or children in the mix, she decided this is what her destiny was. Life with him. In any shape or form, married or not, mansion or hut, she wanted him only.

Now she let go of everyone in her life or let go of her, one by one, only to find herself at the end of an ironic twist of fate of being let go herself. Who knew the twisted part of life, that when she saw this exact scene of her life, flash in front of her eyes, the first time he asked her name, the first car ride to the park, the first hand holding, the first kiss on the park bench…that she was right all along to not trust his intentions. She knew then he could hurt her and yet she put it past her, and went for it. Just like she put everything else in her life past her & went for it again, 20 years later. And this is where it got her right back to being 15 again, except its 20 years later and she’s walked away from those that have loved her and stands alone now, no matter how crowded the room. The irony of this story. He had been doing this all along and she thought, the cliché line, “this time was different.” But all signs pointed to no. From the beginning. She not only lost her father, who also thought he was unlovable, but she lost the one man she fell in love with long ago to the same type of “death”. The feeling of being unlovable. The feeling of not being “good enough”. All the things she also felt except when these 2 men were around her. With them both being gone, the point to life now, was simply to get through it until it ended. All the times she stated she didn’t want someone like her father because she didn’t want to have to scream from the rooftop that he was loved; only for him to not believe it…and she in turn spent the last 20 years doing just that with this boy turned man. Irony. Without it, stories of love wouldn’t be so painful. Go with your gut instinct. Never doubt yourself. Always listen within. That feeling is there for a reason. That is your crystal ball, your destiny, your fate. Don’t lose anymore time. Am I talking to you? Maybe, or just myself. - ♥♠13

This isn’t about hating him. This is about loving him unconditionally for life. Whether he’s there or not. And absolutely, well into the next life.

“Forever means forever.” <3

#truelove #firstlove #irony #unrequited+love #bullshit #no one wins #cometmovie #cosmiclove #cosmic

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