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rainsongmp3 · 3 months
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Do you think I can have one more kiss?
I’ll find closure on your lips and then I’ll go.
Maybe, also one more breakfast, one more lunch and one more dinner.
I’ll be full and happy and we can part.
But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time.
One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest.
My hope, is if we add up the one mores it will equal a lifetime
and I never have to get to the part where I have to let you go.
But that’s not real, is it?
There are no more, one mores.
I met you when everything was new and exiting and the possibilities of the world seemed endless.
And they still are, for you, for me, but not for us.
Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn’t just grow apart, we grew up.
When something breaks, and the pieces are big enough, you can fix it.
I guess sometimes things don’t break, they shatter, but when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter.
And in those moments, when the pieces catch the sun, I’ll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it will always be, because it was us, and we are magic, forever.
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rainsongmp3 · 3 months
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rainsongmp3 · 8 months
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nothing fills you with greater false confidence than managing to wake up early once
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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i don’t care how rich i get i will never stop shoplifting small items from big stores because it’s funny
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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caving as an extreme sport is sooo unfathomable to me why are u as a creature of the daylight doing that. were u born without the dread in ur bones or something
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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literally fuck companies that don't want their employees to act "unprofessional" in front of customers. I'm at a five guys rn and the employees here are joking around calling orders back and forth to each other and saying things in weird voices and laughing with each other while they work. Someone just came in for their shift while I was waiting for my food and was greeted by the whole kitchen with a secret handshake lookin thing. It was so silly and cute I love seeing ppl have fun at work and I know my food's gonna be bomb bc the ppl there are having fun with each other. Let employees be people and friends and have fun what is the issue!!!!
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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hate to say it but falling in love really does change Things
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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stop talking about the blood coffee!! i stand by it like i am right but i have kids now let it die
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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there's an episode of malcolm in the middle where he just shuts up and stops complaining for awhile and it immediately starts to significantly improve his life but also it causes him an ulcer and by the end of the episode he is literally spitting up blood and i have always deeply and unshakably believed that is exactly how the situation would play out for me too
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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glowing hot metal is such a touchable shade of orange
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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all music should be as intense as possible and then we should all die
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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i think that ghosts can and should decay. i think they should blur and fade, like a tape rewound too many times, or a photograph taken out and unfolded and then refolded again until it's nothing more than a vaguely recognizable smear of what was once a snapshot of time and memory. i think that clinging too tightly to a ghost should only destroy it faster, eroding it away until there's nothing left to hold on to.
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rainsongmp3 · 9 months
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