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When I remember him kissing my shoulders it comes in flashes:
splashes in a dark pool. Hopelessly uncool,
grainy footage, like a security camera, and I
am hammered,
legs spread, head spinning:
“someone please tell me you want me.
Tell me you love me.”

.

There are three and a half billion women alive
and I could die here,
sipping a beer, curled around barstools, wondering what they all do
to live better than me. They make living look so easy.
And now it is midnight and the pool tiles reflect light like mirrors.
I am asking him favors. My voice wavers and he
is trying to pull a hand through my tangled hair
but it’s hopeless. I won’t forget this.

Mistakes I Made While Drunk: Part 2; Hannah Beth Ragland 

(via allmymetaphors)
sloppy:

Zak Ato

sloppy:

Zak Ato

❝Stop blaming yourself for other peoples shitty doings to you.
They fucked up. Not you.❞
— (via krook)

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flyartproductions:

3005 is the end of the world

The end of the world (1851-1853), John Martin / V. 3005, Childish Gambino

flyartproductions:

3005 is the end of the world
The end of the world (1851-1853), John Martin / V. 3005, Childish Gambino

flyartproductions:

3005 is the end of the world

The end of the world (1851-1853), John Martin / V. 3005, Childish Gambino

maddieonthings:

Iraan, TX

maddieonthings:

Iraan, TX

❝Johnny said once, Eating with someone is really intimate
and it’s stuck with me. So I decline dates at restaurants
because he’s right and it’s too soon and, anyway,
maybe I’ll hate how these long-necked boys
who don’t know how to hold a fork eat. I’ve written
a lot of things for him, Johnny, more than he knows about.
I am 22 now so naturally I miss everyone.
I am 22 so I roll my eyes when someone says love.
Dad has the air conditioner all the way up but I’m still
waking up sweating. My brother has taken to degrading
women in that casual way that boys do—flick of the shoulder,
dark-eyed, he is my father in miniature, but I love him,
as sisters do, even if I don’t agree with his mouth.
I wanted this poem to go somewhere important
but I keep looking over my shoulder. I hate mornings.
I keep spilling my guts out to strangers on the internet,
and this is not the first time I waxed my legs for a boy.
We’re all fighting over who we’re going to take home
and I’m still pretending I can play the clarinet.
Everyone keeps complimenting my nail beds.
Remember mood rings? Mine stays black.❞
Kristina Haynes, “Johnny Said Once” (via arbors)

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❝Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?❞
— Audrey Niffenegger (via kushandwizdom)

lwordforever:

me about everything

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carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

when u try to caffeinate yourself and just end up increasing ur heart rate with no discernible changes in levels of exhaustion  

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definedumbblonde:

tell me i’m pretty and then tolerate me while i disagree with you