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Because she loves you, she will fight with you. She will argue, she will challenge you, she will push you, and she will drive you crazy. But this is because she cares about you. She cares enough to go through hell together, just to come out on the other side even closer, even stronger. And she will fight for you. She will be your partner, your ride-or-die, your other half, fighting against the world for your love.⠀ ⠀ She’ll love your darkest places. The unforgivable places. The places and memories and regrets and thoughts you keep hidden in the shadowy corners of your mind—she will love those. Her love will be the light that breaks through that darkness, cleans the cobwebs from what you’ve shoved away and tried to forget. She will love you and all that you come with—your past, your insecurities, your fears, and your evils.⠀ ⠀
My heart Still dances On the rhythm Of your guitar Even when The fingers playing Are no longer mine.
you will always be the rhythm for me 🎵/Methethinkinggirl
hi everyone! here is my new piece on @thoughtcatalog
Do you want to listen the truth ? Here it is- Sometimes you swim oceans for those people , who wouldn’t even cross a stupid bridge for you.
Repharsed #1
I’m not supposed to admit that I want someone. That sometimes late at night when I can’t sleep, the fact that there isn’t a person I can call makes me pause. I’m not supposed to admit that I feel like my career is becoming the most interesting thing about me — and I’m terrified that that’s not going to be enough.
Kendra Syrdal, What If I Never Love My Career As Much As I Loved Him?
I will have Peace When we will be done Unsending The series of lies; Poems and texts We sent, Each other .
We can’t undo tragedies 🌌🌌/Methethinkinggirl