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My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.

My 92 year old grandma. (via safeguards)

(Source: lule-bell)

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
(via chuckhansen)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)


Hayley Eichenbaum

(Source: tamaralich)

I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
M.O.W, A ten word story (via understating)

(Source: imwritingpoems)

(Source: gay8)

(Source: extrasad)


Me rubbing his beard like 😏

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(Source: fuckyesbeyonce)

Car Crash Sundays


A poem for when I see you in the passenger side window and don’t stop. A poem for summer, lush and salt, and I break dishes in bathroom stalls to stop my hands from shaking.

My car has no brakes and in dreams, I crack the ribs of deer over and over. Walking on eggs dyed blue and green like…

(Source: sloppy)


Shinichi Higashi

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Steven Sebring

(Source: babypinkpalace)

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