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// The place where my thoughts and feelings live // The place where the real me lives // A glimpse of my twisted sad life // • 3 a.m thoughts • Drunken texts • Things I never said but wanted to • Heart break poems •Beautiful memoirs • Sad quotes • Sorrowful pictures • Texts I never sent

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[aningtanya]

[just-a-scratch-just-a-scar]

[thewordporn]

[pipval-blog]

🖋I still...

I still dream of you even though we haven’t seen each other in more than a year. I still think of you and wish you were here. I still act as if I don’t see you in every guys’ face. I still try to convince myself that being heartbroken is not my case. I still cry every night and tell my friends I don’t need you by my side. I still pretend I don’t miss you because I have too much pride.

- // I think I’ll never get over you • C Mc• May 21st 2017//

[samwellsweethearts]

Always

For @ransomweek - March 28: “Remember that time…”

warnings: senior year nostalgia, oblivious pining, excessively soft bromance

“Okay,” Lardo said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin they’d been passing around. “Worst class you’ve ever taken?”

The noise of another kegster, not their last together but frighteningly close to it, thrummed through the floor of the attic. Sometime after midnight Nursey and Chowder had started trying to go through various Haus rules, proper kegstand procedure and ratios for tub juice, with the Tadpoles like Holster and Ransom had done for the past two years, and Ransom had found himself hit with senior-year nostalgia again. It was the kind of weird, happy-sad ache that pulled from under his ribs and made him want to hold onto everything tighter.

He was going to graduate in May. He’d been accepted to med programs at Emory and UPenn, and he was waiting to hear back from a couple other schools. His future wasn’t some nebulous concept any more; it felt real. It felt too close. It was so much easier just to melt back against his bed, next to his two best friends, and to soak up the way their words seemed to roll around the room and fill it up completely.

Holster snorted and leaned against Ransom, reaching around him for the bottle but not moving away once he had it. “International Finance Theory with Professor Lawrence.”

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🖋Not that kind of night

It's when he looks at you and you can't fucking breathe. Not because he doesn't love you back. But because it's bone deep; merciless. Because you didn't choose this. Because you don't want this. Because if there was some kind of defense you could construct to stop the wind you wouldn't flinch when you don't see him, and more so when you do. It's when you're running on a Saturday all alone with infant hours. It hits you somewhere in-between a stop sign and the road. You lose your feet and find your knees and the gravel asks you why. There's embers in your stomach and you thought they were asleep. It's when you're smiling and you're laughing and it hits you like a drug. Your veins turn into lead and your daydreams start to morph. It's when your phone goes off at 2am and you don't have to check the name. It's forgetting your shoes and wearing his shirt and breathing through your sheets. It's when he touches you and there's not a mark, but it lingers like a burn. How can there be no sign of a sensation so surreal. It's when your sweater is thin and the air is ice and you want to go inside, but he'll be drunk and you're still sore and it's not that kind of night. It's when he looks at you and you fucking melt, promises and all. And it's not because he never loved you. It's because when he stopped so did you. - // I still believe your lies • C Mc • January 3rd 2017 //

[aningtanya]

[aningtanya]

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💭Late night talks

"Why that look?" He asked. "What look?" I responded trying to hide my pain and as the image of you became clear inside my brain. "The look as if someone had broken you heart. The look of deep pain and hope that maybe one day it'll stop. The look of losing someone that's so important to you that you feel as if you'll never be whole ever again without them." - // Can you see through me? • Dany MG • January 1st 2017 //

[aningtanya]

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🖋It's when, that he.

It’s when your wounds have almost completely healed that he tries to rip off the stitches to make you bleed again and drown you with the pain. It’s when you ears have stopped missing the sound of his voice that he finally says everything you’ve wanted to hear all along. It’s when you’re starting to forget the way he looks at you that he tries to give you that look that once melted you into puddles but it just doesn’t have any effect on you anymore. It’s when he feels you slipping through his fingers that he tries to hold on tighter even if it means that you’ll stop breathing but he doesn’t understand that there’s nothing left to hold on to. It’s when he’s drunk and feeling all alone that he hits your phone up but you’re just done. It’s when someone else occupies the space he left that he tries to claim back what once was his property. It’s when you think of someone else all day long that he tries to control your mind but he has no power anymore. It’s when you’re finally happy and have found someone better that he tries to tell you that you’ll never find anyone better than him but he doesn’t know that anyone is better than him. It’s when he knows he doesn’t have your attention anymore that he turns selfish and tries to get you to feed his ego once more. It’s when he realizes what he has lost you that he tries to come back, but you, you have moved on…or at least that’s what you think.

- // You keep coming back • C Mc • December 27th 2016 //

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