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They lived and laughed and loved and left.

Joanne Harris // Cecelia Ahern // Illustration by Cecile Richard // Rupi Kaur // Margarita Karapanou // Miranda July // Taylor Swift // T. R. Hummer // Richard Siken // James Joyce

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Starting to fall for someone is a pretty thing. I like to think of it as a summer day, a long summer day that feels like it has no ending, but all of a sudden, you can feel the sun slowly perishing into the sky after an excruciationg heat, the cool breeze of the night embracing you from your naked arms to your feet, making your body shiver and your head race. That for me feels like love. I feel like i have all this heat inside of me, all these raw emotions that I want to share with him, but I can't. We're from 2 different worlds, so apart, that the sun from mine is merely a dying star to him. But I can still hope, I can still hope that maybe someday he will notice my sun, he will begin to feel its warmth. Until that day, Ill watch him from afar, Ill pray for his own good and keep wishing that my sun will burst into a supernova.

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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson: ‘1079′ c. 1866

[ID: The Earth and I, alone,]

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Add me if you have elite taste in music 🕳<3

#music #spotify #grunge #rock #indie #taste of you

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5:35

#crying #anime #lost #am #thoughts #trying #sadness #art #notmyart

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Into the bitterness

#lost #dreamer #longing #the good place #forever #loneliest #stars

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Your touch felt like home.

#gaylove #hope #the good place #forever #stars #dreamer

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Journal comic. Inktober day 13.

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#lost #dreamer #longing #view #always alone #loneliest #the good place

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24.10.20 // So we spent what was left of our serotonin to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon

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His eyes are blue and your eyes are brown, his represent the ocean, yours represent the ground, you've always hated your eyes...and wish that they were blue, but your eyes have a tent of gold so rare...it must not be true. So yes, his eyes are blue, and yes, your eyes are brown, but your eyes hold the riches that are burried in the ground. His eyes carries storms and rage like the sea, but your eyes carries earthquakes that bring mountains to their knees.

-Indigenous poem

#those eyes #hope #dont cry #perfect #the way you look at me #lust #poems on tumblr #dreamer #short poem #poetry