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All is well :) 

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I had another dream about you last night This one was different than the others This time you sent me a message You told me that the time was almost here That we could be together again I’m wondering if this is another premonition Because sometimes my dreams come true Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking But there’s a chance And I’m willing to take it

You fill my hopes and dreams (via you-make-me-go-buh)

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I don’t know why military or long distant relationships are romanticized, there’s nothing romantic about crying yourself to sleep because you can’t hold them.

(via always-overthinking-things)

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I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I wonder if you feel the same way too.

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Call me at 2am and tell me you can’t sleep without me.

(via ifshexists)

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He stopped, clearly waiting for me to say something. It took me a second to realize he was waiting for an apology. I almost choked on my drink, the liquid spilling between my lips. Wiping it away, my eyes fell back on him, grimacing at the smug smirk on his face. “Seriously? You cheated on me, and you want me to say sorry?” Folding my arms across me chest, I looked at him - really looked at him - wanting to say so much more than ‘fuck you.’ I wanted to say that every time he held my hand, I felt his insecurities, and the squeeze I gave him wasn’t out of habit, it was a reminder that I would help carry the weight of his worries. I wanted to say that when he held me, I felt like he was waiting for me to let go. I wanted to tell him that I gave it my all, and I wanted to tell him that when I was with him, I tried my best to love him, but it was clear that it wasn’t enough. Because I found out when I walked into his apartment that morning that he didn’t find me strong enough to hold all his secrets, and that gymnast from his Econ class was more fun of an activity than working on our relationship. Instead of sharing this, however, I took my McDonald’s sweet tea and threw it in his face. “Oops, I’m sorry,” I managed to mutter as I shoved my way past him and out the door.

for the cheaters and the scoundrels, excerpt from a book i’ll never write. (via bloomingwoodland)

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Beneath the Perfect Sky - a long distance romance. - John Mark Green @christyannmartine

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Why meeting someone online isn’t weird at all:

Our generation grew up with technology and the internet 

Since we all grew up with technology, we know all about internet safety.

If you’re going to meet in person, you’re going to sure as hell confirm their identity before you do so because you’re not an idiot. 

We aren’t naive enough to believe out of billions of people on the planet, our soulmate or even best friend is going to live next door. 

Joining blogging communities involves socialization 

Gaming online with thousands of people? You’re bound to click with someone

Everyone is connected through the interwebs 

It’s easier to find someone you relate to online compared to in person 

Not everyone is trying to catfish or abduct you

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Thoughts ~ #300

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You board the plane while I get dressed, heart beating against my chest. Two years in the making, two years down the line. Breathing gets harder when your plane starts to decline. Waiting and watching, only one place to be; and that is where there’s no more space between you and me.

i.c. | distance & time (via delicatepoetry)

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I read a lot of books, so many that most of my life is spent out of reality. So many that I end up liking fictional people more than real ones. I have a weird love for Spencer Reed from Criminal Minds and I like Chris Hemmingsworth more than I care to admit. I drink too many cups of coffee in the morning, too many being four, but really it’s not too many and I could always go for more. I take too many pictures, I don’t know if it’s just because I think they look pretty or if it’s me wanting to capture every memory so I can’t forget. I had my heart broken one too many times and there are still nights, even though that it’s years later, where the tears won’t stop falling and I’ll do anything to make my heart stop hurting. But with all of my weird quirks, flaws and obsessions, I can love you better than anyone else. All I want is your clothes on my floor, coffee made for two and to make you so happy it hurts.

4am (via 4am-reflections)

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Thoughts ~ #301

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I’m a big believer in acknowledging the reality of emotion.

John Green (via quotemadness)

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THIS CAST IS EVERYTHING