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Thursday, July 24, 2014 | 122132 | reblog

I don’t need you to try and be superman for me, I just need you to be there. Any battles we have, I want to face them together. I’m self-conscious; whenever you’re with another girl, I worry they’re more fun to be around. Whenever we see a pretty girl, I worry you think they’re more pretty than me. I hate how many close female friends you have. When you’re talking to them, I wish you pulled me closer so I could feel more secure. It’s hard to compete with that many friends of yours. It’s frustrating you have more close girl friends than guy friends. When I’m mad at you, I want you to kiss away the anger. When I ignore you, I want you to give me attention. When I tell you I won’t text you so you can spend time with friends, I really just want you to argue with me and tell me i’m the one you want to talk to.

50 Things I Wish My Boyfriend Knew.

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"I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom."
Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher 


"I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom."

Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher 

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014 | 12763 | reblog


Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis.


Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014 | 11728 | reblog

Everyone around me is happily attached and engaged and married and having cute little happy kids while I’m just lying here like where the fuck did I go wrong do I really want this no seriously I’m too old for all these relationship dramas thank you very much fuck you very much

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I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with ones who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2am, wild eyed and sleepless and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.

Clementine Von Radics (via ladymegg)

From As Often as Miracles, available here!

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I loved you and you pretended not to notice
I loved you and you forgot to love me the same way.
If there’s a way to bury our ghosts,
then I don’t think I’ve figured it out yet.
If there’s a way to bury our ghosts,
then I’ll probably still be haunted by the dirt left on my hands.
You’re scared, and it fits the script.
I wanted to fly back to a safe country.
One where people kiss you back and
no one runs when they get too happy.
Remember when you were younger
and you’d let your mother tuck you in at night?
You were so different back then,
and I wish I could have seen it.
That version of you would have let me stay.
In another lifetime, we’re probably laughing about this.
You want to believe it, but you don’t know how to.
I’m not going to look for you again,
but if we do finally find each other,
I won’t be sorry.
Y.Z, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? (via rustyvoices)
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