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glitteryfoxsoul:

I thought you’d have more petals then thorns, that’s all.

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imjustalluring:

I saw it coming..

I knew you didn’t mean a word, but I still held out hope.

I hoped, for the first time in my life, that I was wrong.

That maybe what you were saying was real and not just a ploy to get in my pants.

Maybe you really did believe I was everything you were looking for.

Why would you say that if you didn’t mean it?

You must have meant it, right?

Wrong.

Obviously, it was all just another game and I was just another girl.

I saw it coming, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I’m just disappointed that I was right.

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arianaromer0j:

I feel your fingers on my skin

It’s like they never left

You took a piece of me away along with my last breath.

I thought I could forget your smell

Thought it would disappear

But it’s still as real to me as your whisper in my ear

Telling me it will be okay- I thought you never lied.

Some higher moral compass guiding me through the night

But I was blinded by it all- I couldn’t see you clearly

And ended up falling for the one who nearly killed me.

A.R.J. 22

thirddeadlysin:

imanutcase-10:

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beardedmrbean:

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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

Then bring me luck

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

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apoetsparacosm:

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Haruki Marukami

fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz }

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{So We Must Meet Apart by gabrielle bates and jennifer s. cheng}

fromdarzaitoleeza:

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{Quotes:Nitya prakash/Richard siken ,crush}

fucklife101:

I’m no one’s favourite. I’m the back up. The one they go to when they have no other options. I sit and walk behind them and pretend that I am cared about but I’m not. And that really hurts.

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venusjades-deactivated20230710:

I want to get high and have a good make out sessions, that turns into sloppy, messy sex.

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perfectfeelings:

“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.”

Courtney C. Stevens; The Lies About Truth

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