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Say When | The Fray (from The Fray) - 2009

I see you there

Don’t know where you come from
Unaware of a stare from someone
Don’t appear to care that I saw you and I want you

What’s your name ‘cause I have to know it
You let me in and begin to show it
We’re terrified ‘cause we’re heading straight for it, might get it

You’ve been the song playing on the background
All along but you’re turning up now
And everyone is rising to meet you, to greet you

Turn around and you’re walking toward me
I’m breaking down and you’re breathing slowly
You say the word and I will be your man, your man

Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight

We’re coming close and then even closer
We bring it in but we go no further
We’re separate, two ghosts in one mirror, no nearer

(Source: ayo-shawty)





2sad2carelol:

mhm.

canwebewrongtonightt:

MY CHILDHOOD

This is one of those rare moments when not even my imagination can solve my anxiety.
L.M. Montgomery (via allthingssoulful)

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thenauticalprep:

My life for the next two weeks

Happens every. single. time.

mehreenkasana:


“I hate it when they say, He gave his life for his country. Nobody gives their life for anything. We steal the lives of these kids. We take it away from them. They don’t die for the honor and glory of their country. We kill them.”
— U.S Navy Admiral Gene LaRocque

Sensible.

Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.
Le’echappee  (via haveifoundyou)

(Source: quote-book)





People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.
Ralph Waldo Emerson  (via soul-surfer)

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I certainly try to!

he would perhaps have become quite cheerful again…But the thought of her was stabbing him to the heart every moment, like a sharp knife.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via myearsandeyes)


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