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aaranthebaconninja:

Neck Deep - Growing Pains
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let-the-ocean-take-me-23:

put-yourself-backtogether:

You don’t even really know me, not at allYou don’t even really know me 


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He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.

- Jeanette Winterson   (via metaphorically)

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I turned off my phone
Because I could not
Handle the certainty
That you were not
Even trying to talk
To me.

-

M.S.

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(Source: coffee-crinkled-pages, via luneteen)

[new text message/ 3:16 am]
I just drove 16 hours. I need to see you.

[new text message/ 2:09 am]
I’m drunk and I know I told you I didn’t want this anymore. But I want it. I want you. I’m sorry.

[new text message/ 12:13 pm]
Maybe if I could kiss you one more time everything would be alright.

[new text message/ 8:07 am]
Fuck. I shouldn’t have let you go.

[new text message/ 4:02 am]
Are you up? I miss you.

[new text message/ 4:05 am]
A lot.

[new text message/ 5:16 pm]
I saw something that reminded me of you and my throat caught fire.

[new text message/ 12:22 am]
I wish you were here.

[new text message/ 3:17 am]
I need you. Please call me back.


- 9 texts I wish you’d send me even though I know I’ll probably never hear from you again  (via sedeuced)

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Friday / 24,917 notes / reblog
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la-m0rt:

acidic-child:

flowerko:

07/26/14

This hurts

:(

damn
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bitch-flakes:

I’m so high, life is weird, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.
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niebezpieczne:

toxic-ponies:

best album

Omg

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered


- Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

Omg

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