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Annie Randall

I hate driving because you have to do everything perfectly as fast as possible or everyone around you will announce their displeasure with airhorns

atheist-xmas

oh and if you mess up you die and kill a bunch of people at the same time

atheist-xmas

LITERALLY like disarming a bomb except there’s a peanut gallery watching you and they’ve each got an airhorn and also another bomb

scene-kid-to-hipster-pipeline

laikacore

i can play the part you want, i promise, and i can play the part you need, i promise, and i can play the parts while you look away, i promise, and you can look away while you tear me apart and i’ll still be playing the parts, i promise, you can look away for as long as you need and i’ll keep my eyes on you, i promise, and i’ll keep my eyes on you and maybe i’ll see the glimmer of a smile, do you promise? that’s okay, you don’t have to, that’s okay, you can hold the knife, that’s okay, you can put it deep, you can twist it, you can pull it out or leave it in and i’ll limp after you through the snow and i’ll keep my eyes on you and i’ll play the parts i’ll dance and dance and dance and maybe

you’ll smile by laika wallace

ryelandordyeland

And i said "You will always have a place in my heart, even if you choose to never visit, and your memories will collect dust with time. It will stay there for you" and then we ended.

heavenswereabell

I used to think I was too much for her. I was told I wasn't, I wasn't too much for her, she told me. I never quite believed her. I realise now I was just more than her. I felt more, I loved more, I gave more. It wasn't that I gave too much, I was just giving it to the wrong person. I was giving it to someone who wouldn't give it back, who would never choose me over herself. Who wouldn't give it back even a little bit. I gave everything so easily, a bottomless pond of love and life. And I begged her for droplets in return, condensation on windows, a watery afterthought.

fromahealingheart

The hardest part is that I know I can never go back / I know I could never say “yes” / If you magically returned / (Which I know you never will) / I know you / You’re too kind

You think you’re doing me a favor / By torturing me like this / You said it then / I’m sure you still believe it

If only you cared just a bit more

Kindness, g.n.r