Hi. I'm Almira. I dump my thoughts and feelings here.
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6th March

It’s okay, my heart can take it

I will never be the girl you want, ever

Not even love, not even close

I was just the distraction you badly needed

But it’s okay, my heart can take it

It’s just another heartbreak

And you’re just a boy

(via ignorance)

twister:
“via weheartit
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twister:

via weheartit

(via ignorance)

I’m still trying to accept the fact that it will never be me.

Love at its purest, most achingly innocent form is when two people are under the spell of intimate silence wishing, feeling, waiting for the moment to never stop.

how we were

A little won’t hurt?

I know and I am fully aware of what we are at what we’ll ever be. But will it hurt if I wished for things beyond that? Will it hurt if I extend those dreams with you until were old and happy and content? Because I want that too. I want that too with you.

I should have kissed you longer…relished in that moment. If only I had know it would be the last time.

Home

I just wanna come home…to you. To your arms that are ever so gentle and assuring. To your smile that is ever so sweet and comforting. To your eyes that are ever so understanding. I want to come home. I want to come home to you. You are home.