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Dreaming, Oh Aren't We Dreaming
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"Every word she speaks, I’ve written, and every place she kisses, I’ve left my mark there. I have spilled my love on you and left stains all over your heart, just like I’d leave coffee stains on the table cloth. You’ll see me in her, even in the smallest ways, maybe it’s how her hair is long down her back, and for a moment you’ll see mine dark and wavy. Or maybe it’s the way she stirs her tea in the evening, and the sound of the spoon hitting her mug sounds all too well. It’s in the way she finds out you’re ticklish on the side of your tummy, of course, I was the first to discover that. Yet it isn’t everything she does like me that will make you miss me more, it’s what she doesn’t do. She will gaze over your work, kiss your head, and say good job. When I would sit on your lap and inspect every inch, finding your flaws and perfections between each space. Telling you to fix this, change that, leave this. It’s how the house will feel empty, because the bookshelf doesn’t carry many books anymore. It’s how the smell of my perfume was your favorite, and you’ll realize the cheap shit smells better than the expensive stuff, like I told you. It’s how she dresses up for you at night time, and when you laugh she will take offense to it. ‘Cause when you laughed at me, you were laughing with me, I felt like a fool and looked like one. So I wore just my skin instead, besides, that’s how you liked it. It’s how she laughs at poetry and mocks art that makes you feel misunderstood, almost alone. It’s when you look back and remember how we’d tell each other what we thought each piece meant, and how it touched our hearts that will make you miss me a little more. It’s when you’re laying in bed and she’s next to you, but you remember the times it was me. You will touch her skin and for a moment think it’s me under you, until you open your eyes to be reminded. It will be when you realize you lost not only a lover, but a best friend. You use to tell me to give and receive love is all you wanted, and that’s what you got. Until you realized that love needs friendship too, it needs a laugh when you’re suppose to moan and a whisper when you’re suppose to shut up. It needs being comfortable in silence and learning to love the things you hate. It needs much more than loving something because, but loving something despite. It needs me, as much as I need you."
i.c. // “we were not only lovers, but friends” (via delicatepoetry)
"I was quiet, but I was not blind."
Fanny Price, Mansfield Park (Jane Austen)

(Source: bibliophilebunny)

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So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

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The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

(Source: everydayisa.wordpress.com)

"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."
Tupac Shakur (via cknd)

(Source: CKND)

"I’ll play with your hair
until the weight of the night
anchors your eyes shut."

(via touchmeiamfamous)

(Source: everythingyoulovetoohate)