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It is hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried. Instead of lying your head against my chest I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me, who stays up all night long practising his drumset. The neighbors have complained, they have busy days tomorrow but he keeps on thumping through the night, convinced, I think, that practice makes perfect. Instead of holding my hand you tell me about the sandwich you made for lunch today, how the pickles fit so perfectly against the lettuce. Practice does not make perfect, practice makes permanent. Repeat the same mistakes, over and over, and you don’t get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even I know that. Repeat the same mistakes, over and over, and you don’t get any closer. You never get any closer.
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
Rose Walker from Sandman issue #65 (via bionicoaf)Posted on April 19, 2012 via A Noted Thread Damages Every Bulb with 33 notes
Source: bionicoaf
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People change. Feelings change. It doesn’t mean that the love once shared wasn’t true and real. It simply means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart.
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Posted on April 17, 2012 via Being Me with 9,358 notes
Source: justbeingkc
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(via imwithbeautiful)
My plans for Sunday! Just 3 more sleeps and I get my Boy back at last! :) Its been a lonnnnnnnnng summer!
Debs tomorrow, a 21st saturday and reunited with my Boy Sunday, it’s gonna be a good weekend :)
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Regina Spektor makes things a little better
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I want my boyfriend to be here. Right now. Feeling pretty miserable.
He’s moving back to college today and I have to wait til next week. My results are out wednesday, but the earliest I can go is sunday.
So he’ll be off having fun with all our friends while I freak out til 4pm wednesday. I’ve been on edge for the past week. I just want to know now.
And on top of all that I’m sick, so I didn’t sleep last night and my mother is pissed off at me.
Complaincomplaincomplain.
I just want a hug from My Boy but I can’t, because he’s so fucking far away.
So instead I’m going to watch Peep Show and eat sweets.
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Myself and The Boy had a great conversation last night. Got all those little questions and wonderings in the back of our minds out of the way. I can’t help but feel even closer to him now. Its all just lovely :)
Missing him like mad at the moment, its been a month! a month too long! But on monday we get to spend a couple of days together at last!
Just 3 weeks and 5 days til out LDR returns to an R :D
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my feelings exactly
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Oh wow! Makes me want to get married right now!!!
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I came across this on 8tracks and I’ve been listening to it over and over. Its too good
This bits my favourite:
But fuck it I love you even if
I’m gonna feel like shit
By the time I get to you
Now the sky is turning blue
The stars they disappear
One by one as the daylights nears
And yes you’re in my head
But that doesn’t make you here
And I’ve lost all my friends
But you’re the one I miss the most
And now I’m almost there
Yeah I’m almost to the coast
And if I had any notion
Of how I’m gonna drive my car across
the Atlantic Ocean,
I’d be fucking set.


