
if i look back, i am lost
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@cokezeroextracoke
I started stopping myself from thinking of your smile. I stop myself from thinking about how your hands shook when we first met. I stop myself from thinking of your laugh when we would get drunk and sing out of tune. I stop myself from thinking about the way it felt to hold your hand while you drove too fast around curves. I stop myself from thinking about the last perfect night we had. I stop myself when I think about when you asked, “where do you see yourself in ten years?” Because it hurts so bad that you won’t be here in ten years. I stop myself before my heart fully falls to my stomach. I don’t know if it’s better this way but I think it hurts less. I don’t cry as much now, but I still miss you. Fuck I miss you.
“All moons are painful;”
— Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems and Prose; “The Drunken Boat,”
The Beaches of Agnès (2008)
Dir. Agnès Varda
““I don’t know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don’t want to be her anymore.””
— Gayle Forman (via naturaekos)
By Todd Hido
Last night was crazy and
There ain't a dent in my truck so we're golden Lord
We wanna thank you again
For watchin' over us when all we do is sin
by alla nestulova
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