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records of my morning slum

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allow your heart to break

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i did not fear my own company until every thought reconstructed itself into something that related back to you

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I'm only flattering as a mystery

knowing any more will turn you off

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do i ever cross your mind?

i spend hours sending satellites into the sky

in the hopes that one will meet with yours

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your eyes met mine several times but you didn’t look at me once

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i stand before you naked and exposed you say not a word

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can u smell the alcohol on my breath?

it’s just that i get nervous around you

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i think of u and do nothing more

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and i still wait 

you're the only thing i don’t hate

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when i realized that my memories would never translate into anything tangible ever again i 

sunk

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the thought of being with others and becoming emotionally open makes me feel isolated. although i could not be lonelier.

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fuck being the “cool girl”, girl who doesn’t get mad about things that most girls get mad about.

fuck being the “different girl”, girl who doesn’t annoy you with sappy feelings or asks questions, she’s cool just hanging whenever.

fuck being the “chill girl”, girl who isn’t complicated or annoying or dramatic but goes with the flow, who stays silent without causing disruptions.

fuck being the “bro girl”, girl who’s always in the mood but doesn’t mind if you’re too drunk or tired to please her needs.

the girl isn’t real, so stop making her feel irrational for feeling feelings.

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your eyes met mine several times but you didn’t look at me once

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it takes everything in me to disconnect from that inevitable, magical feeling i get when i look at you.

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i knew it would happen. once you saw the real me you didn’t want me anymore.

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When I was young, I invented an invisible friend called Mr Ravioli. My psychiatrist says I don’t need him anymore, so he just sits in the corner and reads.

Mary and Max (via wherewent)

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it wasn't until all hope was lost that I truly learned to admire myself.