Bouquet Of Flowers

Blog of a college graduate who works for pennies

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I am trying so hard to move on

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Being an Adult is fucking as loud as you want

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Why does it still bother me?

I feel like

[secretlywanderlust]

“Isn’t it terribly ironic: finding yourself homesick for the place you ran from?”

-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 102

“The runners”

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Bonnaroo ready

[thekhaoschronicles]

See you on the farm

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Fuckin bitch

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Even three months after we broke up it feels like cheating when I try and talk to someone new.

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Jesus Christ just yell at me. At least you’d be speaking to me.

[poemswords]

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I need to decide on if I should get depression medicine or get my wisedom teeth (finally) taken out. Because I can’t afford both. Or I could just forgo both and hope for the best.

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I’m fucking bothered that I don’t get to love on the bartenders son anymore.

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[fallenpoets]

I crave your body

on the precipice of sleep;

no warmth is the same

~shan

[hylas]

I feel as if my heart doesn’t quite fit into my ribcage anymore

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First day back to school and I’m sad as hell.