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Can’t live without you

I can’t imagine my life without you yes. you can. you could when you still texted her at night and saw me the next day, like nothing has happened. t.l.

Lifesaver

you don’t need a lifesaver you already know how to stay afloat but sometimes it feels good to be saved. t.l. drowning together isn’t as poetic as you think

Smile for

find things to write like how you search for the littlest things to smile for. t.l. make a habit of it

give me a silver lining give me that promised rainbow after the rain give me the light at the end of the dark tunnels give me back my butterflies give me back my sleepless nights give me back those times where i should have worked on myself instead of trying to please you. t.l.

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Words that I need to use less: – if – what if – come back – i’m begging you – what are we? – do you love me? – love me – if only – i can’t live without you – why would you love someone like me? – i don’t deserve you or yourContinue reading “Deleted”

Good things

Maybe I’m scared of the good things because what if I lost them the only good things that ever stayed. I’d rather lose things that aren’t good for me in the first place. t.l. what if I already lost it?

Shipwrecks

you’re the one who taught me to swim afar to fight with sharks to reach for the stars but I don’t want to live in the middle of the storm any more. I need to remind myself that when it’s all about shipwrecks and hurricanes that doesn’t mean it’s love. t.l.

Time

If you feel like your time is running out just remember that time only exists when we exist. t.l. keep doing the things you love you got time.

sweet & melancholic

Have you ever tried those candy that are sweet on the outside super sour on the inside? I feel like that’s how I’m living my life right now so energetic, so manic so happy, yet so sad so sweet, yet so melancholic. t.l. if you never tasted sour, would you ever be able to knowContinue reading “sweet & melancholic”

Keep writing

keep writing you gave up everything to have this life so even when ten of your fingers refused to move and your brain couldn’t stop you from crying keep writing keep writing. t.l. because when you stop, what’s left of you?