The World Was Built For Two.

The World Was Built For Two.

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To the fellow over there
with the hella good hair
won’t you come over baby
we can shake shake shake
Taylor Swift singing my everyday thoughts

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I know better now, and so I am trying to do better. It is painful because the old ways are so comfortable but I know in my heart that pain is the only thing that will bloom if I go backwards and plant the same seeds I always did.

I want to feel the sun kiss my skin, and watch the light grow inside of me. So yes, I know better, and yes I will try to do better. I will trust that this uncomfortable feeling will fade into peace, and I will be one step closer to being free in me.

I am letting go of many things, thoughts, feelings, and people that have weighed me down until the water filled my lungs. I am learning how to breathe again without them, and it feels bittersweet but I know this is what is right for me.

I won’t explain or justify myself to anyone. I will live out my life with joy, with peace, with honesty, and I will not let anything unravel me again.

This is my story, and beautiful things will be written in each page. The light will soak into my words, and I will come alive in each chapter. No more holding back. No more pleasing you. No more making myself small to make you more. I am here, and I am going to take up space. I am going to live.

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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian  (via notnai)

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I’m not ready….
I’m not ready for our first hellos.
Our first hugs and kisses.
For his voice to actually sound so crystal clear when he speaks.

For me to be able to touch his hands.
To be able to touch his face.
I’m not ready to fall in love,
Just to see him walk away.
I’m not ready to be so happy to see him
I’m not ready to feel like he’s truly mine
I’m not ready to dread every hour that passes
Because I know he’ll have to go back home after some time
I’m not ready to grow closer to him
I’m not ready for our first date
I’m not ready to wake up and realize that he’s sleeping in front of me.
I’m not ready for the, “I love you’s.”
I’m not ready to be missed
When he has to go back home.
And walks away after giving me a kiss.
I’m not ready to watch him leave.
I’m not ready for me to cry
As I feel completely empty
When he has to say, “Goodbye.”

(18 days until I see him)

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