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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Mike Driver
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almost home

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

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@broken-motivation
Find someone who pays attention. Who runs their fingers over your every scar; and asks where each one came from. Find someone who knows how you like your coffee; what song makes you want to roll the windows down and slam on the gas pedal. Find someone who takes in your smallest details; who notices the things you thought no one ever would. And then…when you find them… Be their someone, too.
a paragraph about falling in love, deep3snplottwists (via wnq-writers)
Going back to the person who broke you sounded so damn crazy.. was it insanity? Was it love? Or was it the endless hope that this person could pick up all of your broken pieces and put them back together.
whatisitgoodforabsolutelynothing (via wnq-writers)
Alcohol tastes better than the thought of you loving somebody else.
23:27 (via sorrowfulsex)
why isolate the variable when you can isolate yourself from the world
You kissed me like you planned on doing it again but you tasted like the kind of person who doesn’t know how to stay and I think I could tell what you were thinking the moment you fell asleep that night I remember waking up so god damn early that morning and I spent hours while you were asleep hopingprayingwishing that you’d wake up and smile at me the way I needed you to But something cracked and changed whoever you were before that night didn’t stay the moment you woke up that morning you looked away I guess what I’m trying to explain is that people like you break hearts and never know how to mean what they say you act like you’re in it for the long haul and then it’s oh God can’t we just stay friends but I mean Jesus Christ friends don’t look at each other the way we did when we slept in each other’s beds so it’s not you and me anymore you know it’s you me and everythingwe don’t know how to say to each other so we hold it together in the way we never touch; we hold it together in the way we stay just friends if staying friends means seeing each other in familiar places and laughing and smiling like you didn’t tear this to pieces
you didn’t even have to explain (via loveserum)
im just so glad the word “ugh” was invented
No one cares about your depression until you’re dead.
There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart.
Kiera Cass, The Heir (via thelovejournals)
sometimes it just hurts and there is nothing you can do about it
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly…and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via wordsnquotes)