we are the reckless we are the wild youth, chasing visions of our futures..
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haleycomet:

i literally never get tired of this post
haleycomet:

i literally never get tired of this post
haleycomet:

i literally never get tired of this post
haleycomet:

i literally never get tired of this post
haleycomet:

i literally never get tired of this post
haleycomet:

i literally never get tired of this post
haleycomet:

i literally never get tired of this post
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"And while you’re off fucking your new girlfriend, the ditzy stoner with a bad dye job. I hope memories of me hit you like a train. I hope you remember that I was the one that talked to you all night when your grandma died and it was me that held you in my arms on the days where all you wanted was to be dead to the world. I hope you remember when we made KD in our underwear and that you kissed me while I was sitting on the kitchen counter. I hope you remember that I was the one who sat through those horribly made horror movies with you just to make you smile and that I was the one who listened to you rant on and on about how much of an asshole your dad was. I hope you remember that I was the one that convinced you to quit smoking cigarettes and that I was the one that always accepted your dumb apologies. I hope you remember that it was always me. You know it was. I hope you know that it was always you too. I hope you remember that I loved all of you. I hope you know it was exhausting. But above all, I hope you’re happy."
(H.S) Just so you know - dumbdaisies (via perfect)
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sad-babygirl:

I love spontaneous car sex. Like with my boyfriend at the start of our relationship when we were driving through the hills at night and we suddenly started getting really hot for eachother and we couldn’t contain ourselves so he pulled over the car on the side of the road and we fucked in the back.
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"

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of
meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for
your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of further pain!

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without
moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can
dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own
soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty
everyday, and if you can source your life from God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and
still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the
moon, “YES!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the
children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else
falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly
like the company you keep in the empty moments.

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Oriah Mountain Dreamer, “The Invitation” (via feellng)