Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Anaïs Nin 
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Same here

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Anonymous said: Can you please keep your head up.. You are such a caring and sweet girl and i know you always put others before yourself but its time to focus on you. Go shopping, go eat, it makes you happy so go be happy

Lol where is this coming from?

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OMFG… YUS… Kiss and make babies already

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I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted to come after me. I wanted you to put in an effort. I wanted you to show me that I actually mean something to you. But you barely even lifted a finger to fight for me in your life. I guess that’s how important I am to you. 

I guess I was just caught up with everything, I was just blinded by it all. I gave it my all. I always ran back and swallowed my pride. I was the one caving in first. I was the one who couldn’t leave you for an hour. But you would never do the same for me. 

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"And your Eyes, Nose, Lips. It haunts my memory. I can’t forget you if I tried. I want to believe in your lies. And your Eyes, Nose, Lips. It haunts my memory. I can’t forget you if I died. Feels like I’m losing my mind."

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Growing up I thought being in love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, pretty jewelry, Friday night movie premiers, kisses in the rain, and boxes that held expensive things. I thought true love was a story with a picture perfect ending. Now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not that at all. True love isn’t something you find in a Disney movie. Being in love is screaming at 5 AM till you cry out of anger, but knowing they won’t leave. It’s saving each other’s selfies, good or bad, just to look at them because you miss each other. It’s being comfortable enough to talk about anything. It’s saying all the wrong things at the wrong moments. It’s leaving someone in complete control of your heart, but trusting them not to break you. It’s screaming the lyrics to your favorite songs together. It’s honesty even when it hurts and sarcasm when they’re sad. It’s lame jokes and sleepless nights. It’s fights and make up sex. It’s hour long showers and breakfast in the morning. It’s all night phone calls instead of texting. It’s the small things. It’s coffee shop dates and finding new books to read. It’s holding hands and kissing ever so passionately. It’s being able to sit at home just basking in the presence of someone you love with every fiber of your being. It’s wanting to share every moment with that one person. It’s finding yourself awake at 3 AM craving them asleep next to you. It’s little nick names and making fun of each other. It’s being called things like ‘little shit’ or ‘baby’ or ‘love of my life.’ It’s being able to fall asleep knowing that person will still be there in the morning. It’s being apart and knowing nothing will change. It’s deep talks at 6 AM. It’s days full of laughter and tears. It’s capturing the world’s beauty though their eyes. It’s not about the sex or the gifts, it’s about finding someone who pours their love into your deepest cracks making you whole once again. It’s feeling part of you missing when you’re apart. It’s finally being able to love yourself even half as much as that person loves you. Love is the only thing left in the world worth fighting for. Don’t you dare settle for a boy who makes you feel good for a night, or a girl who boosts your ego at a party. Mindfucking love is the holy grail of all love. Being in love will fuck you up in more ways than you can imagine and it’s absolutely fucking heart-wrenching, but at the same time it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
3AM Thoughts" series #4
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Don’t do that. Don’t skip stages in your life. You’re 19, kiss a few boys and wear your heart on your sleeve. There will come a time when you’re 39 and stuck in a suit, wondering why the hell you were so eager to grow up in the first place.
note to self  (via safeslut)
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Anonymous said: At what Vietnamese Cafe do you work at? How is it working there?

I stopped working at a Viet Coffee Shop. Iono. Wasn’t worth the money to me. 

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July 27, 2014 // Nothing but love for the birthday girl #YoureWelcome #SpoiledAssHoe #MommyKimCameOutToPlay #ThirstyGuysAllOver

July 27, 2014 // Nothing but love for the birthday girl #YoureWelcome #SpoiledAssHoe #MommyKimCameOutToPlay #ThirstyGuysAllOver

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I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
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Sometimes we hold hands when we fuck

because we can be as rough as we want
with each other’s bodies

but me holding your hand is my way of reminding you

that I’m nothing but gentle with your heart.

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