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I’m sorry I called you beautiful.
There were never single words to describe your being.
And certainly, beautiful
Obstructed the magnitude of what you are.

You are not words.
You are moments.
Some of my favorite.

The light shining through the trees as I pass by in my car,
The silence between a hard laugh and deep breath,
The soul being moved by nature for the first time,
Night time gazing up at the moon,
Waves of the ocean kissing the shoreline,
The movement of air.

I’m sorry I called you beautiful.
For you are so much more than just that.



Reasons To Be Happy:

  1. Dead trees still stand and so can you.
  2. You have five fingers on each hand. One day those fingers will travel from your lap to someone else’s and that person will know all the bad stuff and still want to kiss you. 
  3. Seasons are guaranteed when nothing else seems to be.

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I want to be smothered in love and affection but I want everyone to stay the fuck away from me

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Forever wondering if I am contributing to a conversation by using my own experiences or being self centered and rude.

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Anonymous:  Forever confused whether u r straight or gay




The number on the scale is not the number of freckles on your cheeks, someday someone will be so fucking lucky to play connect the dots on the bridge of your nose and kiss you until the stars die out.

The number on the scale is not the number of missed calls on your ex boyfriend’s phone because he told you he was thinking about jumping off a bridge or burning himself alive, and even though he broke your heart, you still had to make sure he was okay.

The number on the scale is not the number of books you have cried over. You sit with your hair brushed to the side reading through pages and pages and feeling everything. And someday someone is going to fall asleep next to you and they won’t mind when you wake them up in the middle of the night so they can hold you as you cry because your favorite character’s heart got broken.

The number on the scale does not change the fact that you are the universe and you’ve got flowers growing in your veins



—Netflix would be by far the best dating site. “Here are 9 other singles in your area who have also watched Breaking Bad for 12 straight hours”

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