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loveeblog · 4 months
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i just had my first kiss and i’m never going to shut up about it <3
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loveeblog · 4 months
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haha the longing and yearning isnt that bad *starts crying*
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loveeblog · 5 months
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she wants to be loved correctly, or left alone, not in between
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loveeblog · 5 months
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i can’t stop thinking about you when i look at the moon
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loveeblog · 6 months
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i can hear my heart breaking into a million pieces, and there is nothing i can do about it
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loveeblog · 6 months
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When people really love you, they’ll be so gentle and intentional w their words
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loveeblog · 6 months
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i care too much, love too deeply and feel intensely; if no one breaks my heart, I might just do it myself </3
I’m so sensitive I swear everything breaks my heart
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loveeblog · 10 months
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there will always be someone better than you. sometimes all you can do is read a book and breathe
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
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loveeblog · 2 years
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she’s a 10 and reads books but cant pronounce words correctly to save her life
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loveeblog · 2 years
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telling the whole plot of the book you just read to your favourite people is self care
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loveeblog · 2 years
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we need to start doing things from love and not for love
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loveeblog · 2 years
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i think if you love someone you should buy them your favourite book
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loveeblog · 2 years
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There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.
—Juansen Dizon
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loveeblog · 2 years
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I be like “idc” then throw the book across the room and ugly cry
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loveeblog · 2 years
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“I bought the book you were talking about” is a love language
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loveeblog · 2 years
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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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