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Occasional unrequited self-love

I like that I’m generally hard to read. But sometimes I feel really lonely when I cannot think of a single person I can speak to regarding irrational nostalgia for people I barely know, the random sadness that plagues me at 4pm, or the look in your eyes that makes me both overjoyed and breaks my heart all at once. You can wear your heart on your sleeve but you only have yourself to blame when it gets worn out. This is why the walls you build to protect yourself are the same ones that end up fencing you in.

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heartworm

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.

This happens too often for my liking.

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It worked it worked it worked *throws confetti*

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aseaofquotes:

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

Sometimes I speak to some people for a few days / weeks and I feel like I’ve known them forever. It’s scary but also comforting to know that there are still people out there I have yet to meet that I can connect with on that level.

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