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I have these feelings for you, but I don’t know what to do about it
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what doesn't kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and a really dark sense of humor.
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“But then it passed, as all things do.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
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maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your hands—it doesn’t have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold
Anonymous asked:
di mo kasi ako pinansin
Wait, what? Hahahaha
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Thoughts are not facts. Don’t believe everything you think.
Source: sheisrecovering.com
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Hahahahaha chandlerrrr i love you so muchhh
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There’s a difference between loneliness and solitude.
Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes
Dito mo ako matatagpuan sa sana, sa bakasakali, sa siguro, sa malay mo, sa bahala na.
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Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)
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I have no idea why I'm feeling this way. I feel insecure, inferior, down, ordinary. I can't stop it, it's always there. Hiding beneath my soul, searching a shadow to destroy I have no idea what I'm doing. I just keep on writing with the language I barely know. This is unsafe I always think that maybe I'm good at one thing. That I always make sense, that I am someone else. I envy words I cannot decipher, things I cannot own, life I cannot live and opportunities I cannot have
Everybody knows they're going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently
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