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love when a man has dark brown eyes and an air of impending doom about him

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thinking abt that one quote that’s like “you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read” like how soul crushing is that… what the hell

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“I loved you head over handles like my first bicycle accident— before the mouthful of gravel and blood, I swore we were flying.”

— Sierra DeMulder (via gflorence)

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relationship status: generally annoyed with one another but also turned on

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Underbelly, Nicole Homer

[ID: I loved someone / and I failed at it. Let me say it  another way: I like to call myself wound / but I will answer to knife.]

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Remember when you'd turn on the radio and almost always Poker Face was playing

Back when God was still listening

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““Do you like him?” “I don’t want to.” “But you do?” “I do.””

— (via suzybishopwrites)

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“Hold the fuck up.” I say. I am the fuck up. Please hold me.

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“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.”

— Elizabeth Gilbert

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mood: ?????????

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can't wait until i have a wife so i can say "i love my wife" and introduce her to people by saying "i'd like you to meet my wife" and get out of boring social engagements by saying "i have to go home to my wife" and talk about her to anyone who will listen to me because she's my wife and i adore her

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“At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”

— Ilya Kaminsky, “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck,” from Deaf Republic (via bostonpoetryslam)

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i would be so good in a horror film. like i would just show up and scream