No one could possibly understand the depths of you.

I'm Olivia. 20. Chicago.

i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while

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Remember

The day it all changed for me, you were standing on the opposite side of the street, you smiled, I smiled. 

I’ve never known how to put into words the way it feels when someone is happy to see me. 

Those 30 seconds it took for the orange hand to become a walking man felt like years, all I wanted was to feel your skin against mine and to smile against your soft sweet kisses. 

Everyday, at least 5 times a day you’d tickle me. I’d laugh. You’d look down at me and whisper “what?” as if you didn’t know just how ticklish I really was. 

And I don’t know if you know this but my parents have never once admitted to liking any boy I’ve ever brought home…but boy, they liked you. 

You and I, we loved the way that even though 90% of the time we hated each other, the 10% of the time we didn’t was worth it. 

Remember that night I made the rule that we had to make out every time we passed a garbage can? Well baby, I was going out of my way to make sure we passed every possible one. 

My face was always warm when I was with you because I spent the whole time blushing. 

"I really want to hold your hand right now"

"I’m gonna beat the shit out of you"

"What? Nothing…you’re just cute…that’s all" 

I could spend decades reminiscing about the way it felt to have you. To know that with each morning and evening, there was someone who cared about how my day ended and began and all of the minutes in-between. 

On our first date, you got me lemons for my water and every time I think about that, I still smile because you didn’t even realize how cute it was. 

Now things have been rough lately and they’re only getting rougher but I wish we could remember how it felt to hold each other that day we took a nap in my bed and closed out the rest of the world.

There’s all of this time left, it seems like nothing. 

It seems like the beginning of our relationship was a countdown to the end but think of it like this:

It took us a month for us to feel like this, imagine what we could do with another. 

Because I’d rather spend a million bad days with you than a million good ones without you. 

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“Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth even if they don’t.”

Thema Davis  (via uglypnis)

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“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”

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