Plain-Jayne

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Its 3 am
Im laying next to my sleeping friend Mikaela
And im crying into your shirt

—Jayne

You asked me what I wanted and it was the most difficult question I have ever heard. You see, in school they don’t teach you how to react when the one you love asks you something that like and they don’t prepare you for real life situations. So I sat there with a knot in my stomach, a blank look in my eyes, quivering lips, and a tear rolling down my cheek. My voice shook when I spoke, “What I want is what I’ve wanted since I met you. I want you. I want to argue with you, sleep in the same bed as you, wake up with you, call you mine, I want you. And I’m hoping you want me as much as I want you.” I felt as if my eyes had become waterfalls and my lips were dams stopping the water from drowning the world around it. You were sitting there not a word coming out of your mouth, that beautiful mouth that I was dying to kiss. Then I saw the curve of your lip and your voice low like a whisper, “I have been waiting to hear you say that since I met you.” Your hand on mine made me go weak, I have imagined this moment about a million times but it actually being here has made my heart flutter and my head spin. In this moment I knew what loving someone really felt like.

—I wish it didn’t end (via n4ughty-y)

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sunfl0werpetal:

babeimgonnaleaveu:


Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

holy shit

sunfl0werpetal:

babeimgonnaleaveu:

Woodstock, 1969.

"They went to a psychedelic pasture to listen to their music, to be with people who dressed like them and played like them. There was a shared bond on a cosmic scale, and their elders marveled that all these kids could be in one place for three days without violence or mayhem, despite pitifully inadequate facilities and food supplies, and despite rains that fell so long and hard they would have drowned any other party. The lesson was simple: These long-haired, antiwar bra-burners and boys with beads had created a field of dreams, and perhaps from it would rise something bright and beautiful for the future."

holy shit

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solarsisterss:

U know how in winter it gets so cold and u think u will never be hot again and in summer it gets so hot u think u will never be cold again I think that is how it is with ur feelings like when u r sad u think u will never be happy and when u r happy u think u will never be sad. But u will be hot again and u will be cold again and u will be sad again but most of all u will be happy again

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