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  • 15th August
    2014
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I did this to myself, I let you in and when you left nothing mattered anymore.
I broke my own heart loving you.
Now it’s 4 in the morning and I love you more than I did in December.
07/13/14 (by exames)

(Source: exames, via exames)

  • 15th August
    2014
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  • 15th August
    2014
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What I wanted was simple…black coffee and dark chocolate; your hand on my neck and your lips on my skin. I needed your undivided attention…for just a little bit, every day. I wanted to make you laugh and remind you to tread lightly; this life is so fleeting…and at the end of the day, I just needed the weight of your hand on my hip as I fell asleep.
  • 15th August
    2014
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You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.
Maya Angelou (via winterinter)

(Source: winterinter, via newairtobreathe)

  • 14th August
    2014
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