dogalyst:

idk i really like being called cute but i also really like hearing that you masturbate to the thought of me idk


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Another thing that sucks about moving back home is not being able to take a bath at three in the morning just because and walking around naked.



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"I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell."

-(via haileymr)

(Source: iamboundtowin)


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-How many times did I have my foot out the door? I can count on both hands and feet two times over how often I’ve said, “I feel like I have to leave.” No matter how intense the pull became, I pushed it away, because I realized the love we created was worth so much more than moving around the world. I’d rather be grounded wherever you are.

-Every box and bag I packed never actually carried any weight; I always put the contents back away.

-I can’t bare to look in these barren rooms; all I see is a hologram of you.

-Early hours of the morning are the worst, because we were never asleep just yet. I’m not over that routine. You were like my fourth cup of coffee at midnight.

-Breathing hurts. The air I take in feels as if it’s wrestling with my heart; my heart is desperate to suffocate, but my bodies instinct for survival fights on.

-I can’t sleep on a bed anymore. My ribs ache for the pressure of your arms to wrap around them. Now the few feet of emptiness feels like open space; a black hole can’t begin to compete with how devoid I am.

-Moving four years of a home into one bedroom is impossible.

-You were always so obsessed with the inspiration for my writing. Now you’ve become it. Are you happy now? Is this not what you’ve always wanted? Congratulations, now you’re just another journal entry.

-Your scent as always lured me in, wrapped me like a safety blanket. What I would give for a jacket that still had your cologne soaked into the fabric.

-I’m not strong enough not to want you, but I can’t keep wasting your time, begging for heart that no longer desires to be mine.

-Love had always made me its fool, but never a slave until I met you.

-We had promised forever and always. You may have changed your mind, but I haven’t. I will love you until the day I take my last breath; the one who got away.

-The greatest love and most painful heartache I’ve ever experienced has been within these apartment walls. Now I can’t abandon this place; I get to the threshold, and I feel as if some force is pulling me back inside. I physically can’t bring myself to leave. So many emotions and memories bind me here. And now I understand why ghost haunt houses.

-In my life, I’ve never felt so alone; more than anything, I want for you to come home. Please come home. Please come back to me.

S.B.

08/29/2014


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(Source: sadgirl1017)


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"We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?"

-Ingmar Bergman, from a letter to Liv Ullmann (via epiphany1x1)

(Source: hellanne)


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timeanddisregard:

It seems like cats never forgot the fact that they were worshipped as gods thousands of years ago 


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I’m really good at making bad decisions.


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