The blue eyed man sold his soul to the gold eyed woman so she could live while he dies.

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The blue eyed man sold his soul to the gold eyed woman so she could live while he dies.
“I never stopped loving you, but I desperately tried.”
— tara love / please stop haunting my mind
im actually really afraid that no one will fall in love with me
“Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain,”
— Robert Creeley, from The Collected Poems of Robert Creely; “The Rain,”
I want mouse back :(
Who’s that handsome devil?
Jay and Mouse, the friendship that should have been more. Part 1 of ∞ Season 3 Episode 1 - Life is Fluid
Who’s that handsome devil?
Jay and Mouse, the friendship that should have been more. Part 1 of ∞ Season 3 Episode 1 - Life is Fluid
can my 2019 start hugging you?
Was I over him? Yes! I could scream it from the mountaintops and live peacefully knowing my heart was healed. But when it came down to it, I still loved him. And I was always going to be jealous of her for ending up with him.
the full truth
I’ve been tracing your
silhouette into the walls,
wondering when this hurt
became a grave; one day
I’ll open a door & behind it
I’ll find you & time will break
the ladder that mails crimson
letters of hope - we are
different versions of the
same story, but my heart
will always be holding
your hand
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I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive. For so long
I thought not to be loved is good but to be loved is to be good.
All those years, convinced — surely I must be bad, the way you keep punishing me.
— Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,” published in Prairie Schooner
“Remember the day we first started talking to each other?”
— (via hellish-daddy)
November ♥️
May 2018
i naturally talk about you to other people. i can feel the light shine in my eyes then it died when i knew you're not going to be mine.