Green Tea And Zebra Cakes

18 years old. 06/02/1996. Taken 11.13.12 <3

For the last 5 days I’ve woken up in my lovers bed. However this is the first night some
IDsince that I am not gonna be awoken by his morning kisses or sunrise stretches. Although, the bed I am resting my head on now is nearly twice the size of the one I share with Darin I find myself suffering from insomnia. I am so in love with waking up to him it’s rather scary actually. I know even if he is the one that is meant for me in the long course of life that there will come a day that his presence will not be in my bed. And that thought alone seriously petrifies me. One day I will wake up and his freckles will not shine on me like the way the sun peeks through the curtains at sunrise. ( I am so in love with those freckles.) One day I will have no choice but to wake up and make myself my own cereal and oh gosh how will I ever reach the boxes that are on the top shelf (the way he always leaves them). I can’t fathom the suffering that day will bring so from this day forward I will only hope it’ll be my presence he will long for in our tiny twin size for I know I can’t sleep a single second knowing I won’t see the same sunrise as him.

A novel written by me. (via princessariel2323)

(via this--too--shall--pass)

Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me.

A.G. (via serenesxul)

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I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me.

Unknown  (via thatkindofwoman)

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When you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary. Like the sky is angry at you. But now that I’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes.

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I like you because I can never stay mad at you, I can’t stand not talking to you and I can’t stand the thought of losing you.

free-vibin:

iloveyoulikekanyeloveskanye:

maybe humans are good for some things

this stuff makes me so happy 

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Haruki Murakami (via theparisreview)

If I know who the killer is, there’s no purpose to writing the story.

arabianhorse:

If you’re so prone to accidents and misunderstandings 
You may accidentally misinterpret honesty for selfishness
We’re two human beings, individually
With inherent interest in each other and how we relate.

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