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I want to end it with him. And yet, I can't say anything I'm scared of closures. I'm scared of goodbyes. So instead, I handle things my own And cut every connection between people I once cared about, without them knowing it. I burn bridges like it's nothing. I act like I don't feel anything, Like it doesn't matter. Because i'm numb. I only act like it, though. Like it doesn't affect me. Like it doesn't hurt me.... But it's eating me alive, And it hurts so much.

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You could just be a camera. A camera on two legs that films the things around it. Slowly recording the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and years as they pass.

Or you could be more.

- I Wrote This For You

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A cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes Kept me company tonight. While I stare down at your letter telling me that you’ve gone away. You’ve gone away. Gone Away? What…? Why..? Where? Was I not enough? Have I done something wrong? Or is it that you’ve come to your senses and realized that I wasn’t good enough for you?

There are so many questions going through my head. .

I touched the letter, tracing each and every word you wrote, and wondered if I would still be able to feel your warmth among the words you’ve written. I’m looking, looking for some sign that you’re still coming back, to me.

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One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?

Steve Maraboli (via buhaybabae)

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Illustration for Issue 11 of Popshot magazine. 2014.

www.popshotpopshot.com

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don’t call me beautiful or pretty or babe, or baby instead, call me by my name, i like watching your lips slowly whispering my name.

(via inksandwords)

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Like this one.

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Remember the first time That you lit my cigarette? We made eye contact And you pulled away I still have that lighter Under my pillow And hope that it lights the one That kills me.

Eyeshadow - wineandtobacco (via wineandtobacco)

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april 25, 2014

if love is a concept that can be illustrated in one dimension i’d love to know what the lines would look like because straight lines can only intersect once and i can’t decide whether that’s more or less appealing than parallel lines that can see the...

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Ladies, if you have to ask a man, “Where is this going?”, the answer is nowhere. You should know your place, and you should be the only female in that place. Men are naturally like hunters. Once they know what they want, they go for it, no holding back. There should be no second guessing, ifs or buts or maybes. If he wants you to be his girl, he’d ask you. If he wants you to be his wife, he’d propose. It’s that simple. You shouldn’t have to ask a man if he is YOUR man. And no lady likes a little boy with eyes for everyone. Respect yourself enough to walk away from someone who doesn’t know, isn’t quite sure or is still thinking about it, despite how much you may care about them. Men always go hard for what they truly want, so if he isn’t going hard for you, you are not what he wants.

Knowing Your Place (via stevenbong)

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Take me on long walks and to warm coffee shops.

Ten Word Story #14 - Ming D. Liu  (via no-nouelle)

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if i wanted to fuck you i would wake up buried in your collarbones i would sit on the edge of my bed spine ridges arched pointing directly into my closet of skeletons if i wanted to fuck you i would make home in your lap undress you like your mother did kissing your rib cage wishing i could sink into every inch of you if i wanted to fuck you i would bite holes through your neck into your throat i would unbury you like a corpse i would give you reason to breathe if i wanted to fuck you i would glide myself like sound waves bouncing off of you make you memorize my name like i was born for you to whimper it if i wanted to fuck you there would be miles of shredded skin there would be scars on your back where for once in my life i wanted someone to be that close but if i wanted to make love to you i would buy you a train ticket i would sound proof my room i would border up my windows if i wanted to make love to you you should be nothing less than terrified

unknown  (via akouos-archive)

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I used to draw sailboats on your skin while you slept — by morning you were gone.

(via lucyquin)

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it’s the first time he cradles your cheekbone and you expect him to tell you that you’re beautiful— he doesn’t say anything. when you walk hand in hand past the docks, he scratches his chin with his free hand and looks at you like the sun is rising on your mouth. you wait for his mouth to move on yours— it doesn’t. you’re in a car with him and he’s driving down a quiet country lane and asks you if you’re okay because he can’t help but notice how quiet you’ve been. you tell him that you’re fine and you wait for him to tell you that he doesn’t believe you— but he doesn’t. you start crying and he stops the car. you run out onto the cobbled road and he’s looking at you like he’s gone down the wrong lane even though he’s excellent with directions. he holds you and he calls you beautiful and he kisses you for the first time and tells you that he knows you’re not fine but didn’t know how to tell you without hurting your feelings. you wait for him to tell you that he loves you— but he doesn’t. You want to leave it there but your mouth is already open and the words are slipping off your tongue like a poor ice skater. ‘tell me you love me,’ you ask him. ‘I’m holding you’, he says, ‘isn’t that enough?’

(s.d.)

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My first love was some insignificant boy when it should have been myself.

Michelle K, First Love (via thunderpopcola)

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“I think the concept of virginity was created by men who thought their penises were so important it changes who a woman is.”

Unknown

The most perfect conclusion about how “virginity” came to be I’ve ever encountered.

(via paulineway)