Krupa.

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I think we’d all like to stand up on the tip of a mountain and yell to the world, on the top of our lungs, how much you love someone — professing your love for someone or hate for someone, or how sad, happy, proud, accomplished, thankful, or angry you feel. Maybe even a confession. We all want to be heard. That’s why books exist, why songs are sung. And while these are more reputable mediums of expressing to the public your thoughts and emotions, I do believe it is acceptable (to an appropriate extent) to definitely share some things across what we call today “social media” (fb, twitter. blahblahetcetc) to profess, confess, share, laugh, enjoy…. 

I just wish those who from time to time take the pleasure of using social media, didn’t have to face condemnation. No one is being forced to care, anyways. You don’t have to listen to a song, or read that book, or read that tweet. But let others do the do. If I want to tell the world how much you are my world and how I have this one life to live and sharing the one thing that makes me feel the most feels and laugh the most laughs or proud amongst the most prideful, I will do so. When my child draws me his first picture, I don’t want to fold it up and keep it tucked it away in a shoebox somewhere in my closet. I want to put it on my fridge, post it online, hell i’ll even print 10000 copies of it and tape it to every tree i come across. 

And until I don’t build myself a house on a mountain top to yell at the top of my lungs to tell the universe how much I love you and the things you do, and the way you look, and how much you mean to me……. it’s most likely going to be shared in some sort of form of social media no matter how subtle or how flamboyant, up to my discretion. And I am proud. 

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short legs, and my shortcomings. and long heavy summers that gift me with the insight of self improvement - and like all fleeting summers, these shortcomings will also reach cessation.

short legs, and my shortcomings. and long heavy summers that gift me with the insight of self improvement - and like all fleeting summers, these shortcomings will also reach cessation.

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I can’t ask you to stay indefinitely
but I won’t stop asking for more
time. The universe is full of empty
spaces and my hand shouldn’t be
one of them. My heart shouldn’t
be one of them; my hips, the
small of my back, the base of my
neck - what terrible craters to be
so empty, especially with you right
here. I’m not asking for forever,
just a little while longer - my
fingers in your hair should be
reason enough, but I’ll give you
a few more if you need them.

(Source: anneisrestless, via creatingaquietmind)

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I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
Nina LaCour (via murmurrs)

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Two types of people who can’t look at you in the eyes:
Someone trying to hide a lie,
And someone trying to hide a love.
Unknown (via murmurrs)

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The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
Beau Taplin, The Hours Between (via murmurrs)