Peace of Mind <3

Seriously, cuddling with you is the best, most effective sleep aid I could ever ask for. I tend to have what my sister calls busy brain, especially when I’m trying to sleep, and when you pull me close like you do it all just seems to melt away and I’m able to actually fall asleep and its a feeling of peace and comfort that you’ve always been able to give me that’s just amazing, irreplaceable, and priceless. <3

likeyouwunnabeloved:

myheartonlybeatsforyou:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

Fuck. This scene took my fucking heart out. I died. I cried so hard in the theater. I fucked up my mascara and eyeliner. I went home and got really drunk with my roommates just so I couldn’t feel anything for the rest of the day.

This scene fucked me up so bad. But because I had been there. I lost my first love and that was my 10.

Yea my 10 was when my dad died, I literally had an all on panic attack when it was confirmed. I remember it so vividly. Like a slow motion film that I can never get out of my head.. He was my best friend.  :/
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likeyouwunnabeloved:

myheartonlybeatsforyou:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

Fuck. This scene took my fucking heart out. I died. I cried so hard in the theater. I fucked up my mascara and eyeliner. I went home and got really drunk with my roommates just so I couldn’t feel anything for the rest of the day.

This scene fucked me up so bad. But because I had been there. I lost my first love and that was my 10.

Yea my 10 was when my dad died, I literally had an all on panic attack when it was confirmed. I remember it so vividly. Like a slow motion film that I can never get out of my head.. He was my best friend.  :/
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likeyouwunnabeloved:

myheartonlybeatsforyou:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

Fuck. This scene took my fucking heart out. I died. I cried so hard in the theater. I fucked up my mascara and eyeliner. I went home and got really drunk with my roommates just so I couldn’t feel anything for the rest of the day.

This scene fucked me up so bad. But because I had been there. I lost my first love and that was my 10.

Yea my 10 was when my dad died, I literally had an all on panic attack when it was confirmed. I remember it so vividly. Like a slow motion film that I can never get out of my head.. He was my best friend.  :/
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likeyouwunnabeloved:

myheartonlybeatsforyou:


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth. 
I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

Fuck. This scene took my fucking heart out. I died. I cried so hard in the theater. I fucked up my mascara and eyeliner. I went home and got really drunk with my roommates just so I couldn’t feel anything for the rest of the day.

This scene fucked me up so bad. But because I had been there. I lost my first love and that was my 10.

Yea my 10 was when my dad died, I literally had an all on panic attack when it was confirmed. I remember it so vividly. Like a slow motion film that I can never get out of my head.. He was my best friend.  :/
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likeyouwunnabeloved:

myheartonlybeatsforyou:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

Fuck. This scene took my fucking heart out. I died. I cried so hard in the theater. I fucked up my mascara and eyeliner. I went home and got really drunk with my roommates just so I couldn’t feel anything for the rest of the day.

This scene fucked me up so bad. But because I had been there. I lost my first love and that was my 10.

Yea my 10 was when my dad died, I literally had an all on panic attack when it was confirmed. I remember it so vividly. Like a slow motion film that I can never get out of my head.. He was my best friend.  :/