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UGH sometimes you just feel like shrek with his ears down.

don’t be surprised that about the scorched flame that drew when lighting the bridge.

and to think, a full turn around this sun and you still don’t change lmao.

Oh what it’s to be like to come home and have a conversation about what goes on at work and be okay and still enjoy the afternoon and laugh and just be okay. What’s it’s like.

I think I could sit here ridden with hatred and anger but i don’t want to look at you and see that anymore. I know I shouldn’t look at you but I miss my friend, more importantly I miss being a friend.— but never confuse that with “I miss who I was when I was with you”, as I’m sure you’re happier being who you are now rather dwelling on the reminisce of what once was but I miss my friend.

If you’re reading this, you shouldn’t be reading this.

It’s not even amorous — its a form of intimacy that you crave.

I’m afraid I’ll never get over it. I’m afraid I’ll be consumed by what I yearn for—and yet it will never be enough.

Limerence is a lustful disease

Jesse Tyler Ferguson should play Vincent Vang Gogh in a motion picture 🙇🏻