“I want a bond so tight that even on bad terms u still run to me 1st.”— Unknown
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You still think about it every day. You think about it less and less every day, but it’s still every day. What about 3 years ago though? What did you think about every day back then, because it wasn’t this, was it? And whatever it was, you probably don’t still think about it every day, do you? You might not even remember what it was that you couldn’t stop thinking about 3 years ago today. But that’s the point. Things that take up our entire life today, things that destroy us and feel like the literal end of the world, will mean nothing one day. One day, we might not even remember them.
(via i-wrotethisforme)
You’re not over it when you stop thinking about it, you’re over it when you think about it and don’t feel anything.
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I have a college love story for you. I randomly sat next to this girl in my business sales class, which was a class I wasn’t even supposed to be in- a class that I actually despised, but they wouldn’t let me drop. And she asked me for notes one day and we gradually started complaining about our professor together and making fun of his outfits and then one day I asked her to be in my group for a project. So eventually I considered this girl, Laura, to be a friend- the only one I’ve ever made in a college classroom- and then one night I was at a party in the apartment complex she lived in so I texted her to come by and she did. And I introduced her to my friend, Tom, who I had lived next door to the year before and had also invited to that same party. And let me tell you about an instant spark- the rest was history for them. They moved to Boston together after graduation and now it’s 5 years later and they’re getting married. So the point of this story is maybe you haven’t had your one little moment of fate that brought you to the love of your life, but maybe you were someone else’s one little moment of fate that brought them to theirs.
(via i-wrotethisforme)
Sometimes you have to be disappointed and underwhelmed by something so you can realize it was something you shouldn’t have been caring about in the first place.
“Sext: I woke up thinking about my legs intertwined with yours Sext: touch me like you’re pushing mountains apart trying to get to the top Sext: smile into my lips like Christmas morning or an 8th birthday for a little child Sext: let me make a home for myself between your lips Sext: whisper what you want and do it, come exhaust me Sext: ask for more, kiss me harder, imprint me Sext: do you want me? Sext: stroke my neck and tease me so eloquently Sext: aim to please Sext: let me just touch you Sext: please Sext: your fingers within my lips taste better than strawberry flavored lip balm Sext: thinking of you darling Sext: fingers drip with remembrances of you Sext: button by button Sext: I want your hands Sext: make me lose control Sext: your fingers upon my behind emanating discipline Sext: the kitchen counter is ours Sext: your hold on me so triumphant Sext: lips so swollen with need Sext: traces of needing lines on my most shadowed parts Sext: your back is like a hike I never want to take a break from Sext: your shoulders valiant and wonderful Sext: grinning Sext: I love you”— sext sext sext
We are so focused on physical beauty we don’t know how much a soul can feed us.
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Woah back after 5 months