allthestarsandboulavards

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Laguna Beach, California

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[allthestarsandboulavards]

"Suddenly you're ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you're alive and it's spectacular."

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I know it’s nothing that a plane ticket or car ride couldn’t fix, but god, you don’t understand it unless you’ve been in it, unless you’ve felt it. It’s that feeling that hits your chest when you two finally say goodnight after listening to each other’s voices for the past few hours, and you’ll wonder why every time you say goodnight it feels like a goodbye. It’s how even though you two just had a wonderful conversation your eyes start to fill up with tears because it’s a bittersweet feeling, because once they hang up you’re alone again. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. You’re alone. It’s how a good morning text stands in for a good morning kiss, and how a “what’re you doing?” replaces hand holding. It’s how you two can’t help but talk about how every moment will be spent when you’re finally together, how a kiss will be more than just a kiss, how a hug is something that will last hours instead of seconds, and how looking in each other’s eyes will be more like analyzing each little spec of dark brown in their iris. It’s how you know that once you get to touch their skin it will be like touching the moon, and each little freckle will be your star to wish on, only yours. It’s how you’ll discover new galaxies in their laugh, and how each little scar will be more than that, it will be a story you want to read, so you’ll trace your fingers across them like braille. You’ll think of all this, all day, every day, every moment, even when you two are lost in conversation, you’ll think of it. And that’s the thing that keeps you hanging on, that keeps you going. The promise that every time you see the moon, it’s one step closer to seeing them soon. So you’ll close your weary eyes, and dream of them in your arms. Once you awake there will be a message, “Good morning…” and shall your love be awakened again, to swim through oceans, travel over mountains.

i.c. // a love separated (via delicatepoetry)

@livinwithmythots

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The only time I ever caught the glimpse of the land of my dreams. i will be there permanently in four months! SO excited!

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New York? I always knew I didn't belong here- but I never quite knew why. However, what I did know was the feeling that I'd get deep inside my chest when that song came on, or how my eyes did that thing whenever I looked at a map. I didn't belong here. And as some might joke around, no, it wasn't just my love for beaches and deep tans. Though, I guess that would be a perk, but what I really craved was a freedom so vast and almost incomprehensible by anyone in this small town that some may think I was insane, and well lost. And Yes. I was insane. But quite honestly, I do feel bad for those who never go crazy. And yes, I was lost- but I think I did it on purpose. For every day of my life leading up to this point I threw every part of me out there and said go fucking find it. But I wasn't lost without direction. I knew where I was going. All signs had always pointed due west. Maybe my free spirit was to blame- The spirit that took me across mountains and valleys, to a land I had only visited from the comfort of my bed about five times a week in the middle of the night. But in those dreams I don't quite think that I "belonged" there either. But I was happy. and I was free. And I didn't seem to be looking for anything. not Looking for myself. not Looking for freedom. And then it hit me, maybe we are just not meant to belong. We are just meant to belong anywhere and everywhere. We are just meant to be free, to roam as far the Earth allows.. and even that has been defied. And for me? I will go to the place that calls my name. and we will go as far as our hearts will take us... and we will be free. California, here we come.

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and at once it hits me that it had always always been too late.

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Up late every night; still better than sleeping without you...

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why the hell do I still miss you

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Theres little voice in my head that is telling me to tell you that I miss you instead of posting it on tumblr later but the soft sound of your voice is drowning it out so instead I'll just smile softly and try not to look too deeply into your eyes because then I just might get lost in them again. I'll try to hold you close but not too close and later you'll drive me home, but much faster than before. and you'll hold the wheel with two hands instead of one, and you will probably never take your eyes off the road to look over at me. and We'll say goodbye to eachother and when we do it will take ten seconds instead of ten minutes..and there will be an awkward pause between the fifth and seventh second...because in those two seconds was where we lived and dreamed together. it was where the "I love you"s and the kisses lived. It was our forever, and sometimes forever can mean just a few seconds. and those two seconds will still leave me with a loss for breath; mainly because I know it will be the last time i look at you until next time. And It wont be like it used to be. Next time wont be for a couple hours or a couple days, but a for couple of weeks or so. I'll go upstairs to my room and pour whatever is left of our love onto the 26 lines of the beat up pages of a composition book and cry out the rest and the next time you drive me home Ill just look out the window so I wont notice if you look at me and I hope that when I leave your car we can just say goodbye for 4 seconds so i wont have to feel the pain of the fifth and if i look into your eyes then maybe the little voice in my head wont tell me that I miss you.

How to fall out of love

[allthestarsandboulavards]

I know it’s nothing that a plane ticket or car ride couldn’t fix, but god, you don’t understand it unless you’ve been in it, unless you’ve felt it. It’s that feeling that hits your chest when you two finally say goodnight after listening to each other’s voices for the past few hours, and you’ll wonder why every time you say goodnight it feels like a goodbye. It’s how even though you two just had a wonderful conversation your eyes start to fill up with tears because it’s a bittersweet feeling, because once they hang up you’re alone again. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. You’re alone. It’s how a good morning text stands in for a good morning kiss, and how a “what’re you doing?” replaces hand holding. It’s how you two can’t help but talk about how every moment will be spent when you’re finally together, how a kiss will be more than just a kiss, how a hug is something that will last hours instead of seconds, and how looking in each other’s eyes will be more like analyzing each little spec of dark brown in their iris. It’s how you know that once you get to touch their skin it will be like touching the moon, and each little freckle will be your star to wish on, only yours. It’s how you’ll discover new galaxies in their laugh, and how each little scar will be more than that, it will be a story you want to read, so you’ll trace your fingers across them like braille. You’ll think of all this, all day, every day, every moment, even when you two are lost in conversation, you’ll think of it. And that’s the thing that keeps you hanging on, that keeps you going. The promise that every time you see the moon, it’s one step closer to seeing them soon. So you’ll close your weary eyes, and dream of them in your arms. Once you awake there will be a message, “Good morning…” and shall your love be awakened again, to swim through oceans, travel over mountains.

i.c. // a love separated (via delicatepoetry)