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Typewriter Series #884 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
Take care of yourself. It’s up to you to keep your heart
beating and your lungs filling and your legs running long
past when you should have found your way to shuffling off
this mortal coil and starting fresh. Greet Death running
and jumping and dancing with her, throwing kisses like promises
while she waits to carry you away. Don’t make her bend or scoop
or hoist or strain her delicate hands under the weight of your
tired soul. Meet her with a smile that only old age can create.
Love. Promise me that you will love. It will shake your skin
and rattle your bones and the sheer volume of butterflies inside
will threaten to lift your stomach to your throat. Love. Don’t
think of the why or the how of the what if and just love. When you
think, if only for a moment, that you’re loving enough, you aren’t.
Love until your eyes are cried dry and your arms shake from
squeezing so tight. Love because you cannot not love and
because it finishes all of the pieces in you that would otherwise
stay that way. Love because it’s the answer to the question
you’ll start asking one day. It’s the answer to all the questions
you’ll ever ask and the reason you are here, wherever here may be.
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Don’t lose pieces of yourself inside his mosaic.
If there is shattering, then there will always be a rebuild.
Worship the moon instead of his favorite song
and the next time you hear it, don’t sing along.
Never walk the three miles to his house
even after all the gin…
I’m bawling my eyes out every single time i read this.Source: writingsforwinter
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"I wish someone would have warned me that when you fall in love, you give a piece of your heart that you’ll never get back, no matter how many nights I scream your name into my pillow until my throat is raw and my eyes sting. I wish someone would have warned me that I would avoid going certain places again simply because it would remind me of you too much. I wish someone would have warned me that it’s so easy to lose yourself when you’re busy chasing someone else. I wish someone would have warned me that time can only heal what you’re willing to let it. I wish someone would have warned me that I can’t lose what was never mine."
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