God dammit, Robin. You said it yourself. This is what we stay alive for. Why did you have to go? RIP
"The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November."
Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years
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It made my day that I was your first call when you got back into the country. I’m gonna miss you when I’m gone. Maybe it’s not the end for us just yet.
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Just because I know what i have to do doesn’t mean I’m not scared to death.
Europe in a photoset. I base my life on these pictures.
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"It’s romantic, isn’t it? Sitting on the bathroom floor with mascara streaming down your face because some boy who promised he’d love you forever found someone new.
How you send him letters written in your blood so he knows that you can hurt yourself just as much as he hurt you.
How you cut your hair as short as his new girlfriend and wear the same lipstick as her.
How you’re convinced that the mouth of the vodka bottle was a better kisser than he ever was.
How you hope that if you’re buried 6 feet under he’ll confess to loving you again."
what the love stories leave out // 5-25-14 // 4:45PM
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I suppose I tell them I love them sober more than I do drunk because I’ve learned that everything is temporary so every moment I love them, I want to let them know.
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And I want to know the water like the back of my hand, so I’m moving to the coast and hoping I don’t drown in myself instead.
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