I just miss Sai so much
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It's ok to want money. It's ok to be upset that you're poor and wishing to be rich. I understand. People who say that money doesn't buy happiness have never eaten pasta every day because it's 50 cents at the grocery store or been short on money for christmas presents. Constantly scraping by makes people miserable and depressed and of course you're gonna dream about money, about being happy and priviledged. That's not greedy or horrible, that's life. It's ok.
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trying to make peace with the fact that the best thing I can do for those I miss and will never see again is to make sure that the world has a piece of them in it for as long as I'm here
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i'm such a friend lover. i genuinely believe that my friends are the coolest funniest loveliest most ridiculously joyous people out there! im biased as hell!! i think theyre all rad! and the universe just so happened to slip all these beloved people into my orbit! and vice versa!! wtf!
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WALLPAPERS
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Sweet words: Honeyed, meadow, elixir, ambrosia, seep, frolic, caress, nectar, syrup, sunkissed, fawn, doe, starlet, fig, almonds, vinaigrette, pear, shimmer, grin, pomegranate, tender, magnolia, dewy, spring, gardenia, translucent, elongated, linen, cotton, olive-skin, flushed, dawn, dusk, stained, and honeycomb.
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I do not know how to unlove you I have burned the memories I have deleted the messages I have sent your number away I have told myself that it is over it is over it is over it is over at least for you it is over but for me I remember the sunsets glittering rays on the skin music echoing around like fairies dancing fingers in my hair with a touch I didn’t know I could have every time I look at someone else I feel an ache every time I know that you don’t care it is over for you I don’t know how to make it over for me I pretend you are dead to me but even the dead can be loved so what am I to do when I remember the sunlight while you are gone into the night
- Chaoticsweetheart / Miranda B
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Maybe if I lay in the grass long enough the dandelions will overtake me and I don't have to do human things anymore.
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they should invent a digestive system that works
Deleted my Twitter so yes I am back on this bitch
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not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.