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nevermind☯
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anthophilous:

Crossing Over by Kristine Moran
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You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from mismatched mugs and saying nothing because sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to say. He’s miles away, and you’re thinking you should take a shower or fix your hair or at least brush your teeth because you feel dirty and self-conscious. You wish the sun weren’t so bright on your face and you wish there was something other than corn flakes for breakfast so your stomach won’t start making hideous noises. You’re about to open your mouth and say something to break the silence, but he speaks first. He tilts his head slightly and says:

“You make me really happy.”

And you will agree he does, too.

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Carrie Laski, Things To Say Besides I Love You (via thoughtcatalog)
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“You’re in my veins, you fuck.”
Pete Doherty says that this was the best text message he’d ever gotten from Kate Moss; she also wrote it on a wall of his bedroom in her own blood.
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"I believe my eyes knew
me so well then yet
it’s slipping past me now.
A laugh I once thought was
for a girl like me echoes down
an empty hallway.
A flashing image of the happy
days with the people I owe
so much to; far too close, near
our spot.
A flashing image that was gone
far too soon.
I ran out of people,
and moments,
and dates,
and conversations to blame.
Since then, I blamed
the day for taking over
the night
and shining light on everything
that should’ve stayed
hidden in the dark.
Now here I am, remembering
people and wishing we
had more time to learn every part
of each other.
A hundred poems written
on anything,
hands,
walls,
desks and the pavement where
we spent our late nights.
Three hours spent searching
and reading the poems
that paint every part of a happy
picture of people, now far away.
A lifetime spent
remembering
and regretting and reading a hundred
poems time & time again."
(via unconv3nt1onal)
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paintdeath:

"She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks, she was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always - Lolita. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin. My soul. Lolita."Lolita (1997)
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