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This is my offer: | shadesofhigh
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This is my offer:. February 1, 2016. I offer you to stay with me, at home, chill in our pjs and cuddle until 10, watching some episodes, sleeping, or talking about how are we going to fix our world until we get bored and start kissing until 12. I offer you the smell of fresh coffee every single morning if you keep on letting me sleep in your t-shirts every single night. I propose to open the windows after snowing so we can enjoy that silence, and to melt it all if you get too sad during cold times. Enter...
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Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle. | shadesofhigh
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Things may come to those who wait, but only the things left by those who hustle. February 22, 2016. Caption: “Waiting for long at the checkout? Please ring here”. I can’t relate the rush I experienced the moment I saw this sign at the construction store. 8211; “I need my phone. Do you have my phone? I gave it to you to call your brother, give it back. I need to make a picture of this”. Here” He said, handing me the device with fear. His clueless expressions are to die for. Hell sure I am! Watch out, dear...
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The Hitchhikers | shadesofhigh
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February 23, 2016. The heat. The dust. The rush. The anger. The joy. Your jokes. My laugh. Our pets. The kitchen. The broken stairs. Your strenght. The empty fridge. The grown grass. Our jungle. The rain. The broken roof, the incessant leaking. Our work. The winter, the cold, our stained sweaters. The smell of wood. My broken nails. Your olive skin. The debts. The households. The dirty floor. The untidy bed. The broken window. The leaves flying. The sound of drilling. Middot; February 24, 2016. Grandtrin...
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The Hitchhikers | shadesofhigh
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February 23, 2016. The heat. The dust. The rush. The anger. The joy. Your jokes. My laugh. Our pets. The kitchen. The broken stairs. Your strenght. The empty fridge. The grown grass. Our jungle. The rain. The broken roof, the incessant leaking. Our work. The winter, the cold, our stained sweaters. The smell of wood. My broken nails. Your olive skin. The debts. The households. The dirty floor. The untidy bed. The broken window. The leaves flying. The sound of drilling. Middot; February 24, 2016. Grandtrin...
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February | 2016 | shadesofhigh
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February 26, 2016. It’s really crazy, you know…. Thinking about how things are going to be from now on. It’s exhausting. A lot of years will go by, where I’m pretty sure we’re not going to see each other so much… And everything will be just a “Once Upon a Time”. Probably the last minutes of my life I’ll be still thinking about you. I’ve never felt the same way we did when we layed down in bed, remember? If I close my eyes now, and make an effort, I stil get the feeling. It was like being home…. Your joke...
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February 26, 2016. It’s really crazy, you know…. Thinking about how things are going to be from now on. It’s exhausting. A lot of years will go by, where I’m pretty sure we’re not going to see each other so much… And everything will be just a “Once Upon a Time”. Probably the last minutes of my life I’ll be still thinking about you. I’ve never felt the same way we did when we layed down in bed, remember? If I close my eyes now, and make an effort, I stil get the feeling. It was like being home…. Your joke...
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The Tile | shadesofhigh
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February 26, 2016. It’s really crazy, you know…. Thinking about how things are going to be from now on. It’s exhausting. A lot of years will go by, where I’m pretty sure we’re not going to see each other so much… And everything will be just a “Once Upon a Time”. Probably the last minutes of my life I’ll be still thinking about you. I’ve never felt the same way we did when we layed down in bed, remember? If I close my eyes now, and make an effort, I stil get the feeling. It was like being home…. Address n...
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What is this? | shadesofhigh
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Short stories and casual philosophical texts inspired by reality and people I meet. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Musings from ...
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Bought a house on Melancholy Hill | shadesofhigh
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Bought a house on Melancholy Hill. February 21, 2016. The few times he was left alone, he couldn t help but wonder about the past. Sometimes all that exciting and adventurous life style gave him the cold shower for a night or two. 8220;This city is so silent”. – He thought. – “I can even listen to the breeze”. But what was all that crap about? Writing a ghost-email always works pretty well for him. He’d just get all those intrusive thoughts out of his head, stick them in a draft, and BAM! He just wanted ...
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