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pretensions and snobbery//enfp-t

[500lettersforyou]

I remember the exact moment,” she said, “Of when I realised just how much I loved him. I was sat in the emergency room with my friend resting her head on my shoulder. Both completely intoxicated. I mean, I don’t remember much from that night. Barely anything if I’m being honest. But I remember looking at the huge clock that was on the hospital wall, it was 03:12 in the morning and somehow I had managed to cut open my gum from attempting to open a beer bottle with my teeth. I sat there with blood pouring from my mouth, strangers all around me, talking so loudly but all I remember hearing was white noise. And then I realised that I always forgot my own name before I forgot his.

Excerpt of a book I’ll never write (via 500lettersforyou)

[florallpeach]

7/7-7/8

[vanish]

via weheartit

[little-diable]

[vanish]

[chelsieautumn]

[theonethatgotleftbehind]

girls don’t want boyfriends they want duet partners and complete bootleg musicals on youtube

[pegasus-astrology]

One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk

Charles Baudelaire | Mercury and Pluto in Pisces (via pegasus-astrology)

[quotemadness]

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Charles Baudelaire (via quotemadness)

[thereadersdesire]

[pinepizzalove-blog]

[danger]

[flaminghobgoblins-deactivated20]

life things that are great

when someone uses your name in conversation (yknow when you go “who’s a good boy” to a dog and it doggy smiles and wags its tail that is what happens in my brain when someone uses my name like yes it me)

landslide by fleetwood mac

when people are madly in love. tell me all about them i want to know about the time they tucked your hair behind your ear or listened to you talk about that thing for two hours (don’t gimme any of that sitcom spousal hate shit okay that’s boring)

when laughs come out like barks. that’s the good shit.

seeing someone on the bus smiling down at their phone. who’s talkin to you? what delight are you reading? how the fuck did you get wifi this bus is full of people my friend you are living

ticking off the last item on your to do list

when someone pronounces animal like aminal. idk man i just like it

happening to have some free time and knowing exactly what you want to do with it

tulips

singers that don’t change the pronouns

walking barefoot on freshly mopped floors once they’ve dried

the perfect metaphor

[inkskinned]

i want to write about the night i walked back and you were picking up the broken glass with your fingers because nothing scares you anymore. but i don’t know how to talk about that. about how you and i stared at each other, you with shards in your palm, and me, who learned how to pick them out of my heels long ago.

i show you how it’s done. tweezers. if you don’t look it hurts less. later you show me how to tame my eyebrows. how to fix my glasses.

i want to write about how you knew what was happening the minute i flinched. how when my shoulders went up and my eyes snapped closed, you knew about it. you didn’t laugh. how around us, others were teasing my tight spiral of stress. how you whispered are you okay like you really cared how i answered it.

someone tells me that teenagers don’t know what’s coming for them. how bad life gets. i wonder how good of a house they grew up in that they get to announce something like that.

i come home and you’re picking up glass. i bend down and help with my bare hands. there are secrets that two people know that will never be spoken. a quiet understanding. the next time a plate drops, we make eye contact.

are you okay? are you okay?

i hope one day we both say yes.

[wateryrealm]

[bled]

[turkiazh]