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You: seeing six crows is bad luck and an omen of death

Me, an intellectual: seeing six crows is great luck because you get to see six crows

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POOL PARTY

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tell me something nice, hit me with those positive vibess

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*suddenly sits straight up in bed alone in my room* im being replaced

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Breaking news Yall don’t know me

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me @ me

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kill your darlings (2013)

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brain: u wanna be sad for no reason?

me: ……no

brain: did i hear a yes? can i get a yes???

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i’m so sorry for being a customer, i want  to leave you alone but sometimes i have to buy things or eat. please understand i use self checkout whenever i can 

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through a lover’s eyes

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“There will always be a reason why not to, and that kills me. ‘You’re too far’ or 'you’re too close’ or 'it’s just not worth it’ or 'it’s just going to hurt’. It would hurt. To have you just to lose you. It would hurt. But that doesn’t change the fact that you mean it when you say you love me and you know it’s not just for now with me you know this isn’t just a flash flood you know this isn’t fuel for a fire that we’ll have to abandon because the power came back on I know I shouldn’t speak for you but I think that you know it’s more than wanting to know what my mouth feels like for me this is real and that’s why it’s so scary because it’s so real and all we want is superficial tongues fighting over air all we want is something, someone to touch us to remind us we’re alive, all we want is someone who says they love us just so they can feel our skin we say we don’t want the fake things but we run when our hearts leap in our chests because emotions are terrifying and so is the way I feel about you. I let myself run to a boy who said he loved me and I think he hated touching me I think he let me under his skin while I let him into my immune system and he made me sicker than I’ve ever been. That’s not fair I shouldn’t blame him because I probably was too big I don’t know I let my head get real with that boy and he let me go and said he cared but now he avoids eye contact and I think he’s in love with a girl that’s like me but he doesn’t know but it doesn’t matter because I’ve learned my lesson I am too much to love that makes no sense you make no sense I love you and I hate that I do but I want your bad pieces I want to know you I want to be held by you again and that is exactly why I can’t. You are beautiful and you are the ocean and you are the missing button on my shirt you’re everything and nothing and that’s why I can’t love you and that’s why I’m going to. You’re stuck in my head and I’m a mess and you never have to love me back again because I know now that I’m reaching for nothing, that real is painful. I know that this will hurt me so I guess I’ll just dive in head first.”

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“I missed you Not in the way I miss the bus But in the way I miss November In July.”

— Poem I wrote a couple months ago (via solem-lunam)

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“Because it will be whispered between kisses, over phones, under stairs, in front of parents, in front of no one, in front of everyone, in cars and on couches, through a look, through a touch, through smiles and nods and intertwined fingers. Because it will be promised, like a key that doesn’t fit in any lock, like a plan, like it means everything, like it lasts, because it did, but not forever. Because it will be scary, it will be too much, it will overwhelm, it will scream, it will cry, it will become something almost human because it means too much to creaseless faces and innocent minds. Because it will hurt, it will scar, and it will make one think that they’re crazy, it will feel like nothing will be the same, it will be a broken heart that mends faster than it would if it was real, it will bruise, it will crack, and it will leave you feeling bitter over a bump in the road. Because it isn’t true, not right now, not for a while. Because it will not matter in nine years. Because it isn’t anything until it is meant, with every fiber of every part of every piece of someone. Because it shouldn’t be anything until it is meant, with every fiber of every part of every piece of someone. Because it will be said towards the end through clenched teeth, because it will be said through closed doors as they wish they could take it back. Because, my god, they will believe you, before they know that they should not.”

— Reasons why “I love you” shouldn’t exist at 16

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“I missed you Not in the way I miss the bus But in the way I miss November In July.”

— Poem I wrote a couple months ago

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“I liked to take love in small sips But with you I drank the whole bottle at once And now you’re gone I’m so drunk On something that isn’t here anymore.”

— Poem I wrote a couple nights ago (via solem-lunam)

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do i believe in romance…not sure. am i obsessed with it…absolutely