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Wait for someone who tells strangers about you.

— Vodka thoughts #1 (via blossomfully)

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me gusta marihuana me gustas tú.
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I’m so glad someone could put this into words.
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Thats no way to live.
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by Valerie Patterson
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If It Means A Lot To You
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There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it.

— Judith McNaught, Remember When (via kushandwizdom)

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I will love you when the street lights turn off. Even when
you take a shower and track water everywhere, I will love
you. I will love you when you are low tide and I am the shore.
Even when you won’t touch me, I will ache for more. I will
love you even though you haven’t read a novel since 9th
grade and use mine as coasters. I’ll love you when you use
my good body wash as shampoo. If we wrestle, and this
time you let me lose, I will love you. When you try to fix the
TV, but you break it more, I will love you. I will still love you
when you do the same to me. Every day that I am thunder and
you strike me like lightning, I will follow the source of your
electricity to the ground and quiet myself to watch you glow.
Because no one is guaranteed this. As such, I will love you
hard. I will love you steady. I will love you. God, I will love you.

Mo Nyamweya, In which we are too much for each other (via moygay)

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I thought you held
fire in your palms
because you walked through a door
and all i could think was
“oh god oh fuck
i’m already gone”

and sometimes i look at you and
there are somehow too many words
inside of me while at the same time
not a single one seems strong enough
so i end up just mumbling or staring or
kissing you,
and you always laugh in that way you have
that sounds like you’re spilling over with joy
and you ask me “where did that come from”
even though every good thing i have ever done
has come from you

and sometimes i get tangled in the bad stuff and
our palms disconnect and i usually end up
crying in your lap about something small that happened
and you end up having to babysit your little
walking time bomb
yet again
and i always end up feeling bad about making you
put up with that and we always end up
somewhere on the interstate where i beg you
“please find someone who can actually make you
feel good”
and you always end up saying something like
“please stop asking me to cut myself in two”

i’m sorry i’m so much trouble. i just
don’t think
i deserve you.

— “Me and my girlfriend just had a fight.” /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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