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jessicanbeck:

danimansutti:

It might very well hurt.
It might make you feel like your about to have a cardiac arrest when their face comes to mind as you sink into a tear stained pillow case. It might make you feel the strongest and yet weakest you have ever felt before but there you are, You’ve felt it, you’ve dealt it, and you’ve also got the scars to show the whip lash it can give you but there’s something about it that just wants you to do it all over again.
It wants you to just keep on giving and trying until one day, just one day, the right person will just come on by with the same octave of love to dish back, the same mutual life to blend together like two roads leading into a highway, the same happiness to share, the same understanding that the past as full of bad choices and bad mistakes as it was, the secrets you’ve never told anyone, the skeletons in your closet, all of them have brought you to find this amazing person in front of you.
You find yourself in that moment of beautiful nothingness, a moment of just you and them and the whole world seems to be living and breathing; revolving, evolving and rotating just to know you’ve both finally found eachother. You’re breathing in each others air- each others life, past, present and future and suddenly nothing else matters, you’ve found your other half.

I look so very forward to this day.

you looked happy. happy with a secret.: Your New Girlfriend is Really Nice

sierrademulder:

meganfalley:

You are an impossible birthday party.
You are cloud climbing.
You are muscle relaxant archery.

I was never a straight shooter with you,
so I’m telling you now
while I’ve got this strange bravery messing my chest:

I love you like Mexican wrestlers love their outfits.
I miss you like graffiti misses clarity. 
I want to crack open for you like a sinner on Sunday.

When I see you kiss another woman
my arm hairs form armies of Elliott Smiths
sifting the wind for some soft suicide song.

You’re the naughty punctuation mark I’ve always been looking for.
You’re the electric chair that completes my sentence,
the starving wolverine in my mailbag of wholesome thoughts.

I am afraid of regrets.  In my dreams they rise up
like froth mouthed horses, apocalypse black and freaking out, 
whinnying in ancient devilish which I interpret to mean “your fear is hilarious to us.”

When I’m awake, I can trick myself into believing almost anything.
It’s not magic; it’s serial optimism.
But I’m not buying our someday.

Your gravity is moonshine.  It’s not the real dance
of two heavenly bodies, or even the bumping of two cake forks
at the dessert table.  I just wanted to let you know I know.

I just wanted to warn you, I’m signing up for vanishing lessons.
if I ask to you to meet me on a windy pier somewhere
overlooking the sandy blue cash of the Pacific, 
if I ask you to wear your best wool coat, 
don’t show.

-mindy nettifee

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