Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
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Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
Carol Ann Duffy, excerpt of Words, Wide Night (via goghst)
Do not call me perfect, a lie is never a compliment. Call me an erratic damaged and insecure mess. Then tell me that you love me for it.
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i hate crying in front of people so if i have ever cried in front of you, yes it does kinda mean you’re important but mostly it means it was a terrible accident that i will regret forever
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you fall asleep with his fingertips burning through your skin and you can still feel his teeth pressed against yours long after he’s dropped you off at home and his voice lights up in your head and pushes away everything that could possibly be bad. He’s everything now. And god everything tastes so good. But six months later you come home shaking, followed by a trail of blood and teardrops, and your happiness is leaking out of you into a puddle on the floor and you’re down on your knees trying to shove it all back into your chest while you scream “OH GOD MOM HE KISSED HER OH GOD”
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