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.

(via scen-e)

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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.



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.


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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