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It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.

— July 7th (via la-m0rt)

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I didn’t get lost in you, I fucking drowned.

— (via innfluenced)

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why dont people have pizza parties anymore like hell yeah invite me over to your house to eat pizza and then i’ll leave that’s the shit i do like

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I wonder if you ever talk about missing me to anyone.
You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms.

— Anna Akhmatova (via feellng)


You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

— Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)