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My name is Rachel, but you can call me anything you like. I'm 21, from New York. I am currently Digital Media Production in college. I just want to be happy and love as much as I can. I love meeting new people so please talk to me! I'm finding who I am. And I have no idea what I'm doing. Have a good day.

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via magicvag)

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شفاء العي السؤال

Muhammad son of Abdullah PBUH  (570 - 632)

translation: "The cure of ignorance is to ask" 

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awwww-cute:

My friend had her daughters at a zoo when she heard, “Ma’am, there’s a lemur on your baby

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I want the parts that you’ve tried to throw away – the parts that you were convinced no one could ever love.
Connotativewords [ jl ] I Want (via get-your-goat)

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When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.

Welcome home, it’s been so long.
Tina Tran, The Art of Letting Go (via larmoyante)

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She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via sixty-nining)

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gayteenss:

  • Push me against the wall, the/a door
  • Gently grab my chin and make me look into your eyes
  • Grab my waist and pull my body against yours
  • Caress my cheek
  • Pull my hair
  • Put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans
  • Bite my lip
  • Put your arms around my neck
  • Tease me
  • Look at me with those eyes of yours, that naughty look of yours is irresistible

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