this is it… the worst text a guy has ever sent me in my entire 2 decades of life…. I surpassed the 5 stages of grief when I read it and astral projected straight to hell
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this is it… the worst text a guy has ever sent me in my entire 2 decades of life…. I surpassed the 5 stages of grief when I read it and astral projected straight to hell
Back to school never felt so good
At brunch, I drink three mimosas and say his name for the first time in five years. I lay my assault down on the table and my mother doesn’t pick it up– just like she doesn’t pick up the poems that talk about it either. She says, he was always such a nice guy. She says, he really doesn’t seem like the type. I order a coffee to go. I don’t bring up the root of this poem, which is not about the man with his hand on my throat– but about my mother and her willingness to look past the things that hurt me until she becomes one of them.
Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
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The ruins of Goodrich Castle, Herefordshire, U.K. [2560x1920]
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It’s just my hard edges and your hard edges but I swear if we touch enough we’ll be as smooth as skipping stones.
excerpt from “Kissing The Wrong Person Goodnight” by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
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Remaining soft after abuse is an act of defiance.
me: very soft, tries very hard, worries a lot, sleepy, big dreams and aspirations
Real Lovin', had me a blast. 🍍
The Allentown Democrat, Pennsylvania, May 8, 1913