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Me & you together song // The 1975

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reblog if youre an idiot. reblog if youre just a fucking fool.

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“And I think the thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you’ll be the story I’ll tell my daughter, when she’s curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak, when she hasn’t eaten anything in days but the voicemails he left her, when she hasn’t been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her fucking eyes. And I’ll climb into bed with her and she’ll lay her head on my lap and I’ll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I’ll tell her about the boy I met when I was sixteen, who sat next to me in math class, who I fell in love with after two weeks, who saved me, who fucking destroyed me. And I’ll tell her about how it hurt. It hurt so badly it almost killed me. It hurt so badly my mother stopped going to work so she could stay home and make sure I didn’t take too many pills. And then I’ll tell her about how it got better. How it stopped hurting. How I stopped bleeding. My mother went back to work. I got out of bed. But I won’t tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breathe the next day or about the pictures of you I have hidden in the attic.”

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i keep telling myself that someday things are going to go back to how they were. i try so hard to remember what changed. i remember the day i texted you from a bus stop telling you i was finally running away, and you ran all the way to me. and sometimes i even go back to that bus stop and sit and wait, waiting to hear you shoes slapping on the pavement and feel your arms thrown around me. but the last time i called you didnt pick up. and all i do lately is hurt and hurt and hurt. i still touch you but somehow it feels different. and im so fucking tired of running to keep up. i cant breathe, you know. and sometimes i wonder how things would be if i had just done that one thing differently. i feel so lost in this god damn and world and think you feel the same. we’re all just addicted and avoiding the truth. these are the best and worst years of our life. but damn, i thought i would spend them with you.