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We were each other's favourite distraction from the world.

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Fall in love with a wildflower, and you will learn how to let go, for our passion grows in all directions, like dandelions, floating on a soft breeze, whispering forget-me-nots as we leave behind our roots and a trail of daisies.

Ekta Somera

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Can it be that all these crushes I have, one after the countless other, are just a way for me to love myself? Is to be loving a way of being loved?

Black Beans Poetry

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hope is also produced in the attempt to hope

Black Beans Poetry

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can we see the magic in the moment, the explosion in the minor details, the spectacular in the everyday?

Black Beans Poetry

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in my little resting spot, I exhale and expand

Black Beans Poetry

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I keep all our moments safe, don't you dare think I forget a single one

Black Beans Poetry

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When I fall I am not in control Falling to Earth Falling asleep Falling for you Out of control

Black Beans Poetry

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love is easy: easy to get and easy to lose

Black Beans Poetry

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let me try again

Black Beans Poetry

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Recovery is not linear, and your bad days do not define you. Be proud of your efforts and keep moving. No matter the result of the battle, and no matter how big or small the battles are, a warrior is a warrior all the same.

maxwelldpoetry

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you deserve to be appreciated just for being you and no one else. You deserve to be listened to and have people take an interest in your hyperfixations/special interests. you deserve to be held/hugged and told that everything will be fine in the end. You deserve to find happiness with someone special (whether that’s a family member, friend, romantic partner(s), queer platonic partner(s), etc) You deserve to be told that you’re worthy of love, which you are.

-Hues-of-purple 

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I wonder what it’d be like to be called yours, and to call you mine. Would our names fit in each other’s mouth? Would our love taste sweet on my tongue? Would it burn in my throat? Would we be too much to consume? I do not digest feelings very well, but if it meant having you, I’d swallow them whole — love, sickness, passion and all.

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some days I feel too much to feel nothing at all.

iwriteaway.tumblr.com

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I should stop writing about you, the idea of you and the way it used to be

– Erisse

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Most days I'm fine.. I allow myself to believe I've healed from the ordeal. Some days I'm back to the start. And on these days the stark contrast exists between the reality and the memories in my head: there's no such thing as healing from all this. There is just THIS. The NOW. The living with it, the getting through it, the getting up from bed and trying anew, the showing up, and just dealing with it. There's no magic here.

annewrights

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I miss you with so much of heart, that it wishes to leave this ribcage and embrace into yours tonight.