Tales of an Ugly Duckling
Esme. Twenty. Brown University Class of 2015. Darling, these words are a love letter to you, whoever you are.

(You should read my wordvomit tag, it's love letters at their worst)
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Burnt throats and tongues formed dangerous words that night, surrounded by glass and sand

But when has danger been a concern for us, conquerors of the bottle and the moral low ground

Our poisoned lips greeted each other, our kisses tainted with murder, and we let destruction free us

The golden bridges set on fire led to our cursed home

With the echos of rats in the walls and the smell of the pooling blood and the free laughter of lovers without guilt.

When I was a teenager I needed excitement and explosions and whiskey and cigarettes and anxiety to prove that it was the love that I am supposed to feel, but now all I need is lips on my forehead and the dream of two pairs of wrinkled feet in the wet sand of the Atlantic coastline. 

Game of Thrones 4x02: “The Lion And The Rose

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Anastasia (1997)

On the wind. ‘Cross the sea. Hear this song and remember. Soon you’ll be home with me. Once upon a December.

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He’s not going to some fucking nut house. You hear me?
He stays here.

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Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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Sansa, your mother would want you to carry on. You know its true.

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— me in 2009/2012/this time last year/a minute ago/next year probably (via guy)

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the bible said Adam and Eve not Ted and Robin

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You see, kids, right from the moment I met your mom, I knew…I have to love this woman as much as I can, for as long as I can, and I can never stop loving her, not even for a second. I carried that lesson with me through every stupid fight we ever had, every 5:00 a.m., Christmas morning, every sleepy Sunday afternoon, through every speed bump. Every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came our way, I carried that lesson with me.

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Will someone please buy them all for me?

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