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I’m not yours and you’re not mine.

Though somehow, thinking about you
Smiling at another girl,
Thinking about another girl,
Kissing another girl,
Falling in love with another girl
Kills every single fiber in my body
Setting them on fire and spitting them out in flames.

The demons of my own creation scream in my head.
Down the whiskey —
One
Two
Three

Till I can no longer feel.


I’m not yours and you’re not mine.
Anymore.

princeofkawaii:

middleshiner:

why are men always spitting all over the sidewalk? do men create more saliva than women and need to get rid of it? are they marking their territory? what’s going on?

They can’t swallow because that’s gay

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You just know nobody is reblogging this for the dog

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Every time my phone buzzes I hope it’s you missing me.
it never is.

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I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.


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deucebowl:

she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere