taylor here. i don't know what i would do without my best friends. people walk in & out of my life and i'm so thankful for the ones that have stayed. i believe that everything happens for a reason. things might not always go the way you want them to but they happen the way they were meant to. i live for the nights i'll always remember with the people i'll NEVER forget. don't ever leave important words left unsaid.  dreamers dreaming

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I wanna be your “1am I can’t sleep” text


you have only
seen yourself
two times

taking a picture
and looking at the
image and staring
in the mirror and
looking at your

you don’t get to see
the way your eyes
light up when you talk
about something
you love

and you can never
see how beautiful
you look when you
really smile

it’s really is kinda
sad that never
actually seen yourself

but I can promise you
I will be here everyday
to tell you what i see


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I Wrote This For You - via 13neighbors (via re-bounded)

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You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.


I’m the type of girlfriend that loves clingy. You can’t sleep at 3 am, maybe 4? That’s okay, call me. I don’t mind if you wake me up. You’re never annoying to me, no matter how many times you call or text me. I love it. I love that you care so much.

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C. JoyBell C. (via kushandwizdom)

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We have to allow ourselves to be loved by the people who really love us, the people who really matter. Too much of the time, we are blinded by our own pursuits of people to love us, people that don’t even matter, while all that time we waste and the people who do love us have to stand on the sidewalk and watch us beg in the streets! It’s time to put an end to this. It’s time for us to let ourselves be loved.

Maggie Stiefvater, Forever. (via voldermorte)

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I didn’t understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his marking, how was I supposed to know whether to love him or hate him?

Margaret Atwood. The blind assassin (via kitty-en-classe)

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She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.