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I think it’s really lovely when you can imagine yourself with someone in your “ideal future”. In your future that appears to be only a dream because you’re too afraid to live it out. But when you meet that one soul, you can actually see that ideal, magical, seemingly unrealistic future becoming a reality. You don’t see yourself living a scheduled life. It’s crazy, beautiful, happiness.Like it should be.

"If you did not get invited to the dance by the one you wanted to, just go to the dance and have a ball with the ‘one who brung you’ regardless of your first choice. Maybe your prince has lost direction for a spell; however…you just go on and make your memories with the prince who is now in your castle!!!!"

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Gammy, in a message she just sent me

(Source: foxydimples)

Hello

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Sometimes the world is too much for me to handle and my heart is yearning for something seemingly unattainable, but I don’t know what. I cannot grasp what I crave in the physical sense or mentally. New beginnings are a beautiful thing, but they’re hard because a goodbye is always before a hello. Starting over is sad sometimes and saying goodbye is even more sad. Moving on never really happens. Learning to adapt happens. My mind wants to be in the company of everyone I’ve ever loved, but my heart only wants to be home. I want to be home and I am starting to believe that maybe home doesn’t exist. Family exists, but not home. Maybe that is why the world is too much for me to handle sometimes.

(Source: foxydimples)

2013

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“Aunque ésta sea el último dolor que ella me causa,

y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

(Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,

and these the last verses that I write for her.)”

Pablo Neruda

(Source: foxydimples)

How to Move On

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Subtly announce everywhere how happy you are now, so I will move on or run back home. You don’t know which one you want. Tell yourself you’re moving on. Tell your friends you’re moving on. Tell my friends you’re moving on. Move on. Forget how I felt at night when I couldn’t sleep, how I wrapped your arms around me when I was cold, or when I could feel you leaving. Forget what it’s like to always kiss me goodnight and always kiss me good morning. Try to forget all the letters I wrote, because my words didn’t mean anything and I still left. Kiss other girls and find all the things in them that you couldn’t find in me. Find another girl and think, “she’s so nice”, and she’s not me. Tell yourself that her lips and her hands with yours fit perfectly. Push away the memories of me. Play old songs and remember me if only for a moment. Put your guitar away. Turn on the music in your car and pretend that the songs don’t destroy you. Don’t cry. Sit in the park and watch the sunset and be thankful that you are living your life the way you want. Bleed your pain onto paper and pray that I’ll stumble upon it and come back. Hope that I will. Know that I won’t. Write out texts and emails and conversations to me in your head, but don’t make contact with me because you’re a better person. And you’re moving on. Text me and then immediately regret it. Wonder if you’re ever going to find someone like me again. Reassure yourself that you won’t. Feel happy. Feel sad. “Don’t be sad.”

Remember me mistakenly.

(Source: foxydimples)

I am trying way too hard.

Thankful

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The first time I was thankful for you was the time I texted you a photo of my new haircut and you said that I was prettier than Rachel McAdams.

The first time I was thankful that you pushed me away is…today. I couldn’t be doing what I’m doing with a full heart if it weren’t for you.
With the most sincerity, thank you.

(Source: foxydimples)

"‘It’s like a space,’ you said. ‘When someone goes, there’s a space left which they used to fill. It’s like you can hear the things they would’ve said sometimes, or feel it on the places where they would’ve touched you if they’d still been around. The space where somebody used to be. It’s like a hole in the world shaped exactly like the person they were. If you can hear what somebody would’ve said to you if they were there, isn’t that the same as them being there with you to say it?’"

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(Source: foxydimples)

“Don’t be sad.”

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(Source: foxydimples)

I want someone badly. I know I’m supposed to act like I’m independent and don’t need anyone, and I don’t need anyone, but I want someone badly. It’s nice to look into eyes that long to look back into yours. It’s nice to have hands that stretch out for yours. It must be nice.

(Source: foxydimples)