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"When I was lying in your bed with you, my head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat; instead of enjoying the moment I nervously talked about how it sounded so funny.

When we were drunk on my sofa and i looked deep down in your eyes; instead of just kissing you I started thinking about it and wasn’t sure if you even liked me anymore.

When we were saying goodbye at the bus stop last night, I didn’t kiss you either and I looked down at my feet.

Maybe that’s why you never noticed how madly I am in love with you.
Maybe I should’ve told you before I drove off with that bus."

- (via just-to-tell-you-once-again)

I cannot handle how perfect this is

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"Heaven exists.
It’s 7pm with your lips pressed against mine.
Hell exists.
It’s 3am with you on my mind and not in my bed."

- Heaven and Hell (via fassadenmensch)

(Source: unpoeticheartbreak, via avfgewacht)

sxkmyfxk:

want so bad fuck my life
am0urpr0pre:


here He spoke,
"My love for you is bigger than even this."
speechless.

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darkhist:

glow blog
20aliens:

talk to a real personby Stephen Shore

pleasestopbeingsad:

things life is too short for:
- hating yourself
- pretending to laugh at “jokes” that are actually just bigoted statements
- not singing along to your favorite songs
- waiting hours to text someone back just to look cool
- bad coffee
- bad books
- mean people
- body shaming
- letting other people dictate your life

(via gestikulieren)

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed"

- Happy birthday Ernest Hemingway, b. on this day in 1899 (via penamerican)

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