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It doesn’t matter if it’s a relationship, a lifestyle, or a job. If it doesn’t make you happy let it go.
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I want to make you feel so fucking happy that you forget every bit of sad in you
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Cole Mohr is an adorable flower
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Cole Mohr is an adorable flower

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I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.

Ernest Hemingway

I think about this often.

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every family got a plastic bag full of plastic bags

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I fucking like you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck me.

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u ever have that friend where ur like. yes lets get an apartment together. lets adopt 200 cats. lets DO IT

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And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)

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it’s kinda funny how when you get older you start to enjoy the things you hated as a kid like taking naps and getting spanked

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I love it!

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Apr 21, 2014 / 8,934 notes
Here is what I know:
You drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other.
Once you kissed my neck in front of your friends
and it made me very shy.
Once you kissed my stomach and I started crying.
I see the tender way you touch things and want to kiss your nose
but I keep my mouth to myself.
Your collarbones are craters big enough to fit my fist into.
You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in months.
I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart
(I let it break and bleed out then roughly sewed it back together)
It is hard to write poems when I only know how to fuck you.
I am always trying. I am thinking of Somedays. I am saying goodbye.
You asked why I never write anything honest so I am writing you this.
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