11:58 am, asphyxiatedbones
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I watched.
Lips quiver as liquid ache from your heart seep through your already swollen eyes. Your knees fall to the ground right after your heart does. Your hands shake and scramble for what’s left of you in me.


11:55 am, asphyxiatedbones
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You lose it if you talk about it.
Ernest Hemingway, The Art of Fiction  (via larmoyante)

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i wanted to go to music festivals with you and lie on the ground when we’re too exhausted, and you could lie in my lap and i’d play with your hair and fingers and you’d fall asleep listening to rad music

infinityc0re:

i wanted to go to music festivals with you and lie on the ground when we’re too exhausted, and you could lie in my lap and i’d play with your hair and fingers and you’d fall asleep listening to rad music

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Do it.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.
FRS.   (via xoaprox)

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Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.
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12:58 pm, asphyxiatedbones
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go be a hero.
you are my person.
I need you alive,
you make me brave.

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It is much easier
To write about
What you feel
Than what you don’t
And I guess
That’s why
I fear indifference
Above all else.
They call it
Recovery
When you can
Look in the mirror
And not hate what you see.
I don’t hate what I see.
But I don’t like what I see.
I feel nothing,
No attachment
Towards myself.
I guess that it’s good
I don’t want to die
Anymore.
But I wouldn’t mind.
I really wouldn’t mind.
M.S. (via mofobian)

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