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A year ago we stayed up till 3 am talking
And today I don’t know how to even say hey

– Time flies (via e-kallas)

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If he cared, he would have made an effort.
– Things I tell myself at 3 am (via thefinest-blog)

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This morning I woke up and decided to tell the truth.
I am not okay, and I don’t think that any of us are,
and I don’t think that we need to apologize for it.
Friends call to make plans and I say yes,
instantly regretting it. If it’s not alcohol,
it’s getting high, it’s music so loud my bones hum.
It’s driving around and making promises with our pinkies
or throwing up on the side of the street or kissing
each other so violently that we’re swallowing hair,
wisdom teeth. It’s loneliness so deep in my stomach
it’s in my womb and kneecaps. I’m writing this because
I fucking want you to feel something. I want you to
sweat me out like a fever. Okay, okay, listen:
I want to be a new girl but it’s these old habits.
We’re all so warm and feeling and I can’t quite
get this taste out of my mouth. We fling love around
like we don’t expect to get it back. It feels like
only yesterday my mother was kissing my scrapes
and bruises. Only yesterday I was learning to tie my shoes,
snap my fingers, be trusted with the delicate task
of dressing myself. I don’t think it’s safe here anymore.
Empty out your chest and get ready to run.

Kristina Haynes, “May 2014” (via fleurishes)

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It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.

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I loved you more than you deserved, fucker.
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Reblog if it is 104% okay to come to your ask and just say ‘Hi can we be friend’s and then start asking you random questions.

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It’s like I’m screaming and no one can hear me.
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I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
– M.O.W, A ten word story (via ghosts)

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