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When I’m almost done reading a good book.
WHY DOES THAT ELEPHANT REMIND ME OF JOHN GREEN SO MUCH

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Fanny: Is this Love? I shall never tease about it again. So sore I believe one could die of it.
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“My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.” ― John Keats to Fanny Brawne
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Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
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"what will your kids think of that tattoo?" my kids aren’t going to give 2 shits because i’m not going to raise them to be a judgmental asshole like yours did
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We all love someone way too fucking much.
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JESUS FUCK. I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO MAKE OUT. I THOUGHT IT WAS THE START TO A PORNO. THE SEXUAL TENSION. OH MY GOD.

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I Don't Understand the Point of Tears
So often I joke that I don't have feelings, that I can't experience emotion. The sad part is this is true. There are times I know that I should have emotional response, cry even. But the problem is I physically can't.
Like this evening I know that I am starting to feel upset and unhappy about ending my recent relationship. But I'm not sad that it's over. I'm frustrated that it's over and I feel nothing. Shouldn’t I have a reaction? Isn't there supposed to be slight pain or feeling? Shouldn't I want to shed a tear or two at the realization that the man I've been dating for a few months now is no longer a part of my life?
So instead of reacting like a normal functioning human being I will curl up with a bottle wine. In this moment hoping that maybe I can take the edge off long enough to force myself to feel even if it’s only for tonight.