kantreri

|ˈkɑntrɛri| ( pl. -traries) 1. ( the contrary) the opposite

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I’m not sure why I look to others (and wait for them to read me like an open book)

when I barely show beyond the covers

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I hate the way the darkest people  worm their way into our hearts,

and leave stains  on the pieces  we were told to use to forgive them with -

because I don’t want to feel like I have to sympathize with the ones that put their hearts into hurting mine

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Some people don’t change as they age.

They just grow new foliage on an old branch.

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I question all my choices, I'd be a fool not to.

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it wasn't about losing myself, it was about how forgetting who i was led me to forget other people

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I want you to be happy, and my only fear is that the happiest version of you           does not include me.

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he talks about the fiscal irresponsibility of us living together,

and how we would be foolish to attempt such feats  with such unsteady ground

and though I know he's right all I see are the objects he's begun to leave within my room

the extra set of clothes, the charger for his phone, the pillow with his scent

it makes me think I am his home 

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it's funny how  the little things  last the longest in your heart,

whether it be the  laughs you shared on a long cross-country drive

or the time he forgot to say goodnight

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to love someone so much that you both fear their touch and their absence,

to learn that you should not only tell them of your love

but your appreciation, that is a thing more terrifying than  the late deadlines,  forgotten bills and  unwashed dishes. 

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My blog is 1 year old today.

Thank you to the small, wonderful bundle of people who have carried on following this blog, even though my posting can be irregular and my mood swings frequent.

I appreciate you all.

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i'm always living never quite            unpacked

always trying to keep track of how many parts i've left in compartments i'll never bring back

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I want all of you or nothing at all

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It amazes me how many people I thought I couldn’t live without until I tried.

(via a—failure)

My poetry gets more and more bastardized with every reblog.

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today someone told me they loved me but they let it break the silence like an overdue apology did you know words could turn sour, if uttered past their rightful hour?

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when I say I'm mad about you mad mutually assured destruction it's beautiful, but it's sad

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Everything you said tonight feels sour like the first full day without the comfort of sweet nicotine

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He waited 72 days to say I love you, not for fear of my heart but for fear of his own. “I get hooked on things for months and then it fades away,” he told me, but what he said was that I was the first thing he hadn’t lost interest in.