b.n.

boots made of concrete

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i truly love you but i have to push you away for every nightmare starts as a dream come true

i'm sorry

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tell her to be prepared, you used to make my eyes glisten, too.

grey

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It was gorgeous and claustrophobic. I loved it and I always wanted to escape.

Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven (via wordsnquotes)

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I am being gutted from the inside out and the only way to cease the pain is to let it continue.

why

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I want you to know why I can't sleep at night but crash in the early mornings I want you to know why I flinch every time I'm offered a hug or a high-five I want you to know why I hate rooms crowded with those I know that claim they know me I want you to know why this is one of the hardest things I'll ever experience I want you to know why I'd understand if this was the last straw for you I want you to know that it was for me a long time ago

b.n.

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The ones we love the most end up hurting us the most.

b.n.

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i hear you talk about her like she put the stars in the fading blue you don’t think i notice but i do you will always love her while i will always be here infatuated with you

b.n.

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all want the beauty of the garden but few will tend to it

b.n.

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the night  tells me  you have a new victim i say i don't care as i listen to every detail

b.n.

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you take her places where you wouldn’t dare to travel whether it be the docks on a july morning or a football game one november afternoon you always despised driving you kiss her in ways I can only envy inhaling her every being with each flick of your tongues exploring each others mouths like children starving for affection you used to hate kissing you touch her in places you used to shutter just thinking of I watch you explore her every curve and crevice with shaky hands and light fingertips you could never hold still you watch her with eyes full of lust but I don’t see any love or at least adoration you were never one to recognize inner beauty you treat her in ways that I was never treated after all I was just your practice for the game of love

b.n.

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“It hurts me

To know that

If I let you know

What hurts me

You’ll be hurt

Even more so”

— things i wish i could tell you

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i am thankful for every awful person purpling bruise sleepless night terrible decision and broken promise that has lead me to you

b.n.

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you will always be a part of me but will i always be a part of you?

things i wish i could ask you 

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you led me to believe that i was nothing without you lost without your touch presence existence attention but you have come and gone flowers grow where the darkness in my heart would lurk i see colors in a whole new way that intrigues me like nothing else has i have realized that my body is marvelous and does things that yours could only imagine attempting joy sprouts from the leaves of every word i speak and i am full to the brim with affection towards all that surrounds me with you i am nothing but without you i am everything

b.n.