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I pour my heart into writings and melodies. I adore simplicity, deep thoughts, my guitar, Marc Jacobs' geniousness and the incredible power of books.

tonight it hit me,
the absence of your warm breath
embracing the skin on my neck
I reached out for you
on the left side of my bed,
only to feel cold and emptiness 
instead.
Your voice is like a record
that’s about to be taped over
Your smile is no longer a little thing
that brights up these cloudy days
and I think I’m okay with that
I wouldn’t change a thing.
But right now I would welcome
anybody’s hug but yours

For you to insult me, I must first value your opinion.
-Unknown (via perfect)