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Not big on love anymore. But, Oh man, you should've seen me when I was...
Imagine finding the love of your life
Imagine getting to keep them
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“People start to heal the moment they feel heard.”
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I wasn't made for casual I will wash ur hair when ur not motivated, clean ur room when u don't feel like it, and kiss u while ur sick knowing I'm gonna get sick too.
you deserve someone who sees a misunderstanding as an invitation to connect deeper. not a reason to write you off.
You were never mine, but I was always yours.
k.b. // sombr - i wish i knew how to quit you
I should've hugged you tighter the last time I saw you.
There will come a day when we hug for the very last time. I’m not ready - whether it is a week or 50 years from now, I’m not ready.
"The true horror of existence is not the fear of death, but the fear of life. It is the fear of waking up each day to face the same struggles, the same disappointments, the same pain. It is the fear that nothing will ever change, that you are trapped in a cycle of suffering that you cannot escape. And in that fear, there is a desperation, a longing for something, anything, to break the monotony, to bring meaning to the endless repetition of days."
- Albert Camus, The Fall