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Cups of Starshine
I'd like a cup of starshine please, mixed with milk and honey. And when it comes to soup, can I please have some that's sunny?
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“Don’t give them a taste of their own medicine. They already know what it tastes like. Give them a taste of your own medicine. If they lied, let your medicine be honesty. If they played with your emotions, let your medicine be maturity. Don’t be afraid to be yourself, even if it means removing yourself from lives that you want to be in. You are, no doubt, worthy of being valued for who you are. So be who you are.”
— Najwa Zebian
(via perfeqt)
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Then
It was so wrong that it felt right.
They say nothing good happens after 2am, but when I sent that innocent message (that would lead to this night) it certainly hadn’t hit that point yet. I didn’t even think twice about it. It was just a check in - a nudge - a random question with an excuse to talk to you - and nothing more. Now it was long past 2am, nearing on 6am. My eyelids felt heavy and the darkness of the night had given away to the rising light. There was a chill in the air and I could hear the birds chirping, signifying the beginning of a new day.
But this wasn’t the beginning of anything; it was just..a night. It just was.
You let me into your room and everything was the same and yet so different. Nothing looked different or out of place but of course everything was. And suddenly I felt shy around you for the first time since we first met.
The anticipation of what was about to happen hung in the air and insecurity overcame me; I spoke quickly, I sat far away from you and I avoided your eye. You were once someone I thought I knew in and out yet now, sat on your bed, watching me with your dark eyes, you felt like a stranger.
You beckoned me over and I crawled in beside you, into the warmth of your bed and the security of your arms. I was home.
The feeling was fleeting - well, it didn’t really leave - but then the passion and the need overtook. The drugs coursed through our veins but I knew deep down this only intensified the feelings that were already there. There wasn’t much that could falter - or magnify - our passion and even to this day I wonder if I’ll ever feel that passion again.
Everything should have felt out of place. We hadn’t been together in months. We were both high - despite the fact that we hadn’t once taken drugs during the course of our relationship. It was late - or early - and what had started out as a night out with my friends had suddenly turned into a night of passion with my ex.
But it felt so right. I shook beneath the graze of your fingertips and you sighed that you loved me. We had one of the most passionate nights of our entire relationship - yet we were no longer even in a relationship. We stayed up late into the next day. When we weren’t fucking - making love - we were laughing together and reminiscing. For the first time in a long time, you felt like the old you. There was a spark in your eye as you spoke about some of our best memories together and I’m not going to lie; it definitely evoked a spark of hope inside me.
I felt so loved, so wanted and so happy in that one night. It shouldn’t have even happened but I went home floating on a cloud when it was all over.
Deep down - even though I didn’t think about the future and doubted I’d even see you again - deep down - even when we stripped away the drugs and the magic of what happens when you’re vulnerable between the hours of 2am and 7am - deep down, deep down...I knew you were still mine.
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Edinburgh
-for more of my UK shots and more travel:
travel britain european travel world travel UK travel London travel
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How cute are these?! I picked up these mini wet wipes from H&M last year for my upcoming adventure in Mexico. Now that it's fully been paid off and is definitely going ahead, I can finally get excited...
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Let’s never forget that Tyler beat Drake for their Grammy last night
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“So… Not only is this amazing, but I want you, everyone who’s watching at home to know that you could be next, so watch out ok? Because anyone from anywhere can do anything, and this is that.”
—Tyler Joseph (from “the basketball boy”, to Grammy winner; from 12 people at the first Twenty One Pilots’ concert, to Grammy winner; from depressed and suicidal kid, to Grammy winner.)
If this is not inspirational, I don’t know what might be.
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When you want to drag your frens to the skeleton clique
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So for some reason Tyler came up on my time hop today and I have no idea why or how?!
Like I didn't even get into twenty one pilots until last year and this is apparently from two years ago...did we like meet and I just don't remember? Did I take this photo?!?! What the hell time top what the hell
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me literally any time there’s any fog: wow just like silent hill
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It's past 12 which means it's officially my birthday whoooop! And this is how I've celebrated so far!
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