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let's head on down into that cellar and carve ourselves a witch.
I have ruined relationships for fear of ruining those relationships.
Neil Hilborn (via thatquote)
Check out Neilâs best-selling book, Our Numbered Days.
(via buttonpoetry)
I donât feel much like talking anymore Thereâs something in me that bends at the shallow points Iâm doing my finest Really I mean Iâm trying with all my gut muscles With each wave of panic they clench and buckle to the roots of me Planted by me before I was born My heart is a double agent in the lily pads breathing through a reed tube Itâs got hot air talking to my head and all on the back of my neck Why havenât we developed a better form of communication Between the head and the heart the outside doesnât have much to speak on for itâs own I intend to wear earplugs next time I see love on her gilded raft My own voice is starting to talk some sense to me now
<i>Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die</i>
<i>pure morning</i>
I thought of texting you âgood morning, I canât sleepâ and then I remembered that you are on a journey which I am not a part of and thatâs okay but good morning I canât sleep
youâre not my home anymore
<i> what a sweet smile </i>
the carnival was pretty dope
The vividness of dreams can be disconcerting. With my eyelids closed you asked me if I enjoyed the paper you wrote. I can only speculate that you just wanted to see me again. You grabbed my side as we walked through busy streets. Asked me about my day. Told me for the first time what you really feel. I awoke at 6 a.m to find myself hoping that I could forgive you for making me think I could mean something. At 6 a.m I wept because you are not the kind person I divulged every secret into. People change I guess and it's just easier for you to have no feelings. And that's ok. I'm so beyond used to it.
It must have been a month since you last loved me and I haven't slept a wink I hope you care
<i> hey, annie <i/>