What You Get

When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt.

—Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook 

(Source: girlylollipop, via anditslove)

If i ever push you away, I don’t really mean to. When I tell you I don’t want to talk about it I do, I am just looking for the right words. Give me a minute, and if I can tell you; I will. I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I am working on the ratio. When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have too much to say I have thought of too many things to tell you all at once and I don’t know what to say first. I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis. I miss you really easily. I love the way we love some of the same things. and I love how we love entirely different things. My head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams. I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and I am trying. And I am one person and I am two hands and I am one heart. And I love you. And I am so glad you are here.

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anonymous

I want you with all the cracks and the stories you’ve collected and I want to hear them all and kiss you just as I did before I heard them when you were pure in my eyes. But what is purity anyways? some bullshit concept made up to keep the guilt alive. You are not your past. You are the woman who climbed those wall and jumped over them.

—for my Jess

You fixed me in more ways then I thought possible. You showed me how beautiful the smallest things in life are. I can’t thank you enough for pulling me out of myself. You have absolutely no idea how precious you are to me. I want to show you even a fraction of what you’ve showed me. I want to cuddle with you and buy you all these cars and live in Alaska because that’s what you deserve. You don’t deserve what you’re going through and what you battle everyday. You’re too beautiful to feel such pain, and I wish I could take it all away and make it all better. I owe that to you. I want to know what makes you sad. I want you to realize how precious you are. I want to hold you when you’re sad. I want to see you, god damnit. I want you to be happy. I promise you will be happy and laughing and safe and loved. I Love You.

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somebody i don’t know lol

to my Jess