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dollyx:

massive crush! omg <3!
dollyx:

massive crush! omg <3!
dollyx:

massive crush! omg <3!
dollyx:

massive crush! omg <3!
dollyx:

massive crush! omg <3!
dollyx:

massive crush! omg <3!
dollyx:

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dollyx:

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dollyx:

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dollyx:

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"You were last seen walking through a field of pianos. No. A museum of mouths. In the kitchen of a bustling restaurant, cracking eggs and releasing doves. No. Eating glow worms and waltzing past my bedroom. Last seen riding the subway, literally, straddling its metal back, clutching electrical cables as reins. You were wearing a dress made out of envelopes and stamps, this was how you travelled. I was the mannequin in the storefront window you could have sworn moved. The library card in the book you were reading until that dog trotted up and licked your face. The cookie with two fortunes. The one jamming herself through the paper shredder, afraid to talk to you. The beggar. Hat outstretched bumming for more minutes. The phone number on the bathroom stall with no agenda other than a good time. The good time is a picnic on water, or a movie theatre that only plays your childhood home videos and no one hushes when you talk through them. When you play my videos I throw milk duds at the screen during the scenes I watch myself letting you go — lost to the other side of an elevator — your face switching to someone else’s with the swish of a geisha’s fan. My father could have been a travelling salesman. I could have been born on any doorstep. There are 2,469,501 cities in this world, and a lot of doorsteps. Meet me on the boardwalk. I’ll be sure to wear my eyes. Do not forget your face. I could never."
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Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


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motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
motionburnsthemood:

Abandoned Amusement Park in New Orleans


Some of these I think are Chernobyl. Anyone know?
"Sitting like a child, I let the watermelon drip down my face and onto my campfire scented sweater. I think back to days on the farm and our tomato fights. How I was always scared of him. How he was never the most loyal. But he loved so much. It’s a terrible way to die."

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
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