Hey.
Lindsi.
19. Atlanta.
Oglethorpe University.

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  3. With you I’m in my fuckin’ mind, without you I’m out it.

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  4. dreamshopes-and-awkwardsilences:

    Love the Way You Lie Part II | Rihanna ft. Eminem

    This morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face
    smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction
    hush baby, speak softly, tell me that you’re awfully sorry
    that you pushed me into the coffee table last night
    so I can push you off me
    try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
    run out the room and I’ll follow you like a lost puppy
    baby, without you, I’m nothing, I’m so lost, hug me
    then tell me how ugly I am, but that you’ll always love me
    then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
    destructive path that we’re on, two psychopaths but we
    know that no matter how many knives we put in each other’s backs
    that we’ll have each other’s backs, ’cause we’re that lucky
    together, we move mountains, let’s not make mountains out of molehills,
    you hit me twice, yeah, but who’s countin’?
    I may have hit you three times, I’m startin’ to lose count
    but together, we’ll live forever, we found the youth fountain
    our love is crazy, we’re nuts, but I refused counsellin’
    this house is too huge, if you move out I’ll burn all two thousand
    square feet of it to the ground, ain’t shit you can do about it
    'cause with you I’m in my fuckin’ mind, without you, I’m out it

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    I am not the first person you loved.
    You are not the first person I looked at
    with a mouthful of forevers. We
    have both known loss like the sharp edges
    of a knife. We have both lived with lips
    more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
    unannounced in the middle of the night.
    Our love came when we’d given up
    on asking love to come. I think
    that has to be part
    of its miracle.

    This is how we heal.
    I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
    will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
    will bandage and we will press promises
    between us like flowers in a book.
    I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
    on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
    of your nose. I will write a dictionary
    of all the words I have used trying
    to describe the way it feels to have finally,
    finally found you.

    And I will not be afraid
    of your scars.

    I know sometimes
    it’s still hard to let me see you
    in all your cracked perfection,
    but please know:
    whether it’s the days you burn
    more brilliant than the sun
    or the nights you collapse into my lap
    your body broken into a thousand questions,
    you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
    I will love you when you are a still day.
    I will love you when you are a hurricane.

    "

    Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever”  (via 33113)

    (Source: larmoyante, via happiness-with-a-secret)

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