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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Three Goblin Art
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Miserable At Best // Mayday Parade
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In a sense, Iām the one who ruined me: I did it myself.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via theliteraryjournals)
stars could not compare to the way we collided. please donāt go; midnight was only alive with you. slowly, we fell out of a love. diamond and silver felt so real that last night, I couldnāt find the sky to be true.
our love scares people, and itād scare me as well.
but Iād rather have you and damn us to hell.
the government says our love isnāt real.
and thatās only because itās a secret we wonāt reveal.
aflame
it was the way you said my name- like it was the easiest thing to do and it was your arms around me with my hand grasping your shirt collar
but it was also all the things left unsaid after you were gone- the spilling of blood and a question mark
my paper burns with my memories of you, but I keep it aflame to keep myself out of the dark
flowers
you planted flowers in places I forgot existed.
you came in my life like a thunderstorm,
making the flowers grow all twisted.
but you left me in a drought, and the flowers are fucking dying.
The time I took pictures of myself to replicate the beautiful and inspiring Frida Kahlo ā¤ļø Instagram @annikabansal
Art lets me breath and Iāve been out of oxygen since you left.
// 13 words poem j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)