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l0st--somewhere · 22 days
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l0st--somewhere · 2 months
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Begin again
You see, I had always wanted this cliché kind of love. The one where it’s all fire and kisses in the middle of the rain and screaming and fighting but not being able to let go because you love the other person so much. And that’s what I thought love was. For a while, I would have enjoyed having my heart broken by someone who didn’t even asked how I was doing. Because I wanted to feel something.
But then you came along and you made me realize there is such a thing as the right kind of love. You made me stop wanting heartbreak in order to feel something. Because you taught me that there was a thrill in being loved so fiercely it gets surreal. You taught me real love is much more valuable than the pain in my chest I once confused for love. And you are teaching me, one step at a time, that the adventure of learning how to love you and deserve you is as fun as it is peaceful.
I can’t believe I ever thought crying for someone at 2 AM was love, because now when I see you and when you kiss my hand and when I hear your heart while hugging you, I honestly think this is the kind of love everyone should want. Not some heart-breaking-sort-of-love but the peace and happiness I feel when you’re standing next to me.
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l0st--somewhere · 3 months
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“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts,rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.”
— Liam Neeson - (hatin)
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l0st--somewhere · 3 months
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By Angelina Perke
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l0st--somewhere · 3 months
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l0st--somewhere · 3 months
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l0st--somewhere · 8 months
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not mine
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l0st--somewhere · 8 months
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“She understood that the hardest times in life to go through were when you were transitioning from one version of yourself to another.”
— Sarah Addison Allen
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l0st--somewhere · 8 months
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“Relax wild one. It’s not your job to be everything everyone needs, and you don’t have to be impressive to be loved. Stop trying so hard. Just show up … and be real with the world. That is enough.”
— Brooke Hampton
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l0st--somewhere · 10 months
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“You were unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.”
— Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After (via thoughtkick)
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l0st--somewhere · 10 months
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l0st--somewhere · 10 months
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What else is a life of the senses but a movement alternating
Between desire and disgust
And from disgust back to desire
From desire to disgust
From disgust back to desire
The soul floats always in limbo between the fervour which renews
The fervour which renews itself, the fire which itself expires
The fervour which renews the fire which expires
But the perpetual movement from desire to disgust
From disgust to desire from desire to disgust
The day dream of wandering free never leaves
But do you know what this is?
A violent poison, that’s what love is
An excess dose of which you should resist
It’s like a car
On the speedo 180
You exceed 190
A cascade of blood
I'll give you some advice
If don't wanna lose your hide, just let it go
A violent poison, that’s what love is
An excess dose of which you should resist
You're chasing a shadow
And it's not even mine
I can wait at the stage door
But what will I find?
For the soul floats always in limbo between the fervour which renews
The fervour which renews itself, the fire which itself expires
The fervour which renews the fire which expires
But the perpetual movement from desire to disgust
From disgust to desire from desire to disgust
The day dream of wandering free never leaves
And now you know what this is
A violent poison, that’s what love is
An excess dose of which you should resist
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l0st--somewhere · 10 months
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l0st--somewhere · 11 months
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martyna szałacka
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