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Stuck In The Moment

~ OUR ENTIRE LIFE – CONSISTS ULTIMATELY IN ACCEPTING OURSELVES AS WE ARE. BUT SURELY FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO LOVE YOU HAVE TO PAY SOME PRICE. ~

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I filled my gas tank to 33 dollars and 33 cents
and told you it was for you
because it was your favorite number.

I organized our belongings
(white t-shirts—books—toothbrushes—
baby, this is where we keep our sweaters)
as if using the word “our” would embed myself
into what you call home.

I bought flowers from a homeless man
because you are a botany major.
I wanted to bring them to you,
wilting and loveless, and show you how
I can nurture something worth saving.

There is a five-finger scar above my breast.
There is an orchestra on my neck shaped like your pulse
from all the nights you held me the way
you only hold something slipping.

There are 6 states
pressed like stubborn flowers
between the last time I kissed you and today,
but you still feel like a sound caught in my throat.

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Sierra DeMulder, “During the Month it Took You to Leave Me”
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braydaaan:

do u ever wonder if your future partner follows you on tumblr

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hikki-ko-mori:

so i was taking a bath

a bubble bath to be specific

i used half a bar of lush’s comforter (however you fucking spell it) and this happened

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crazy right? i think my mom’s tub is made of magic powers or something

so i had a nice bath, watched some cry plays on my ipad

and i drained my tub

i came down to my room, two floors down in the basement

and i am greeted with this

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i cAN”T FUCKInG BREATHE

(Source: kikuchimoa, via heart)

slutdropped:

Not being able to kiss someone you really rEALLY REALLY wanna kiss is kinda sad and very dumb.

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mr-egbutt:

residentevils:

when u accidently type me instead of my 

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accidentally typing “yeha” instead of “yeah”

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lalna:

i wanna date someone and live with them in a shitty apartment but be happy about it because we are happy together and we can decorate it with stupid dorky posters of shit we like and figurines and art and we can cook weird recipes we found on the internet and eat them and watch cartoons even if the food is gross because we made it and we’re perfect

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