NOT ALL THOSE WHO WONDER ARE LOST

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JAY Z feat Beyonce - '03 Bonnie and Clyde

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'03 Bonnie and Clyde - JAY Z ft. Beyonce

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The Fugees - Killing Me Softly

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The Fugees // Killing Me Softly 

I fkn love this song so much lauryn hill is queen

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"Frida Kahlo" según Liza Falson.

“sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.”

—   l. gabriel (via shaelii)

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“I will not be your “sometimes”.”

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Six Word Story #2 (via artieshaw)

Not anymore

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J.Cole - In The Morning

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urbanrealism:

J.Cole - In The Morning

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I love this gurllll

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Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

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All I need right now is a friend and a hug..an everything is going to be ok.. #imloosinghope #fuckme #ineedavacay