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I got sick of the silence, I got tired of the dark, I was sleeping in late, I was wasting away, I was dying in small parts. So I lit up a smoke and, Took a walk through the park. The dead leaves scrape concrete making it sound like you’re next to me, arm in arm. I was putting holes in the drywall. I was hoping you’d save me from me. I’m gonna go see my mother. Take the LIRR. Walk the cold Brooklyn streets towards Astoria, Queens out to West Babylon. I walked up the driveway. Saw my Daddy’s old car. He’s been gone for months but we covered it up. It still sits in the yard. Well I spent my whole life saying I’d never need no one but I think I might need you. I think I might need you. I think I might need you. We sat in the kitchen. My mother’s a soldier of god, and so paintings of Jesus, and statues of saints still adorn all the halls, But we’ll never go hungry, thanks to the infant of Prague, and St. Joe keeps us safe cause we buried him deep in a hole in the backyard. I know things ain’t been good since dad died. I know you don’t need this from me. But mama, I’m breaking. There’s no light in the dark. Dianne left this week. She said, “Son, look at me. I know we ain’t been this low before and I’m sorry Aaron. I know this year has been hard. If you’re hurt then I’m hurt. I won’t make it worse. I’m always in your corner.” Well I spent my whole life saying I’d never need no one but I think I might need you. I think I might need you. I think I might need you. Something’s wrong. I been waiting here too long. She said, “I knew something was wrong. You ain’t called here in too long. Take the car and run. Take the car and run. Take the car and run.”

Aaron West & The Roaring Twenties- St. Joe Keeps Us Safe (via juneafterdawn)

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my reason of loving you might sounds selfish at first but i'm totally honest. i love you because you stayed, when i'm getting through shit,you stayed. i love you because u listened to me, not only my sounds of joy but the sounds of grieves, you listened. i love you because when im totally alone ,u came, u know u have to see me cry , to see me at my worst, u came. but i know tht i truly love you when.. i saw you in any kind of pain, i feel the ache , and i hate that feeling, i saw you get thought stuff, i couldn't help, i feel the ache, and i hate that feeling.

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You knew I was fragile, but you fucking dropped me anyway.

(via they-messed-me-up)

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Why is it,” he said, one time, at the subway entrance, “I feel I’ve known you so many years?” “Because I like you,” she said, “and I don’t want anything from you.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via feellng)

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I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.

Walter Bishop  

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

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Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, “I Loved You”

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People are prettiest when they talk about something they really love with passion in their eyes.

(via bl-ossomed)

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Try not to feel jealous about things, or people or places. It’s toxic. Just keep living. You will find your happiness.

Unknown (via suspend)

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Date someone who meets you half way. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barley even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.

At the end of the day it’s the little things. (via blackcarbs)

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I don’t want what we had with anyone else. I want you, I only want you, and it will always be you. We had something wonderful, but that something wonderful evolved into something undesirable, something toxic. But I’d still choose our toxicity over anything else. I don’t care if it harms me, I don’t care if it kills me, and I don’t care if that makes me stupid. Maybe I am stupid, maybe that’s why I’m still hung up on you.

thoughts 8/2/14 (via depresant)

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I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via feellng)

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i love such things like looking through person's eyes into heart, and learning more of height, breath, and dept of another's soul I feel a sort of liberation, as well as an unimaginable amount of fear to make that person reveal oneself.

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i start crying

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I think it’s important to tell the person you love that you’ll love them even when the sex gets boring. Even when their hair goes grey and starts to thin out on top. Even when their style changes and they only listen to slow music and the movies they like all follow the same plotline. Even when they don’t change their underwear for three days straight. I think it’s important to tell the person you love that none of those things really matter because, although you loved the sex, their hair, their style, their music taste, the types of movies they liked - you have got to find new reasons to love them every day. That’s what love is. You don’t drag it behind you when it’s dead because it should already be running at least a hundred feet ahead of you.

k.p.k  (via towritepoems)