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I turned off my phone
Because I could not
Handle the certainty
That you were not
Even trying to talk
To me.

(via dumppweed)

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Sunday, September 21 with 76,583 notes

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.



Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

The best thing I’ve ever read, and the only thing I can relate to

(via prince-of-wolves)

Holy mother fuck this is perfect

(via n4ughty-y)

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Sunday, September 21 with 146,200 notes
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dumbkili:

megamaximumpower:

dumbkili:

"you need to make this appointment yourself"

image

I have no words.

really cuz it seems to me like u have at least 4

(via i-am-funnier-in-enochian)

Sunday, September 21 with 175,865 notes
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i-am-funnier-in-enochian:

benedoodle-cumberpoodle:

lapfulofmisha:

isabela-stole-my-book:

44% of the audience of Guardians of the Galaxy is female and all the speculation states that women went to see it for Chris Pratt’s body. I don’t think that’s fair. Maybe (and this is crazy) they just like kickass movies with space shit and explosions. Maybe women can do things without men being their motivation. Maybe.

Bless you

I WENT FOR THE TALKING RACCOON MOTHAFUCKAS

I went for the space cinematography.

(Source: andrastes-ass)

Sunday, September 21 with 58,120 notes