kleptomouse

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if the devils in the details, then God is in the gap in your teeth.

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talk to me

because i'm scared again, and it's midnight. And the majority of me wants you to sleep well, and a selfish part hopes you're still awake.

talk to me

because i miss your voice. I would put my ear against your throat and listen to the vibrations of your voice box, if i was given the opportunity. I want your heartbeat on vinyl.

talk to me

because i forgive you, sort of. Always. Even if i wont admit it, there's a doorway in my heart. somewhere under the pulmonary vein. it holds extra space for your wrongdoings.

talk to me

because no one else really gets me like you do, no one understands the blood under my nails is a statement, not a threat. I know i get scary when i'm mad, i promise ill let it go.

talk to me

because i'm tired of writing love poems to a concept, i want you. I'm sorry if i make it easy to hurt me

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me to everyone recently

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౨ৎ‧₊˚ they'll message you after a post talking about how sad and ill you are too?? can they just be normal 🙏

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i love my best friend so much, i can't believe she can't see how amazing she is when im convinced the moon shines just to let her stay visible during night.

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kinda obsessed with how my hair looks in the light

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so cooked i smile at notifications of him insulting me

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i got glasses, i feel like this emoji 🤓

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who let the worlds best detective be this slutty..?

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"aww you remembered" every night i sit by my window and talk to the stars about you, they keep all the facts ive told them and recite them back to me when convinient.

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i hate how much i like this boy. i'm gonna bite him.

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— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

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to do list of a teenage girl

.Go grocery shopping

.Call mum

.Tell your friends you love them because you never do, you don't know how to, but they say it so often it's only good manners. They don't have to be good for you to love them

.Maths homework

.Tell that boy you think the stars might only shine for him, tell him you secretly love all the corny jokes he makes

.Overanalyse every word he says in response

.Freak out a little

.Go back home and cry until your legs give way

.Write better poetry

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making a tumblr blog after years of being on twitter makes me feel like a stray feral cat being adopted by a loving family