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love. love isn’t having butterflies all the time, i think love is calm. love is comfortable. i could sit in silence with you for the rest of our lives and it would mean more than a thousand words with anyone else.

love. (via place0fperfecti0n)

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Mellow yellow #nsfw

sixpenceee

Meet Vicki Dougan, the model who was the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit.“ Her trademark was backless dresses and hence picked up the nickname “The Back”. (Source)

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I learned something new…

1980vibes

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Heartbroken

My heart shattered My tears running You will never endure the pain I feel I have have to peel Myself away from us

whadafaw

2 a.m Rewind months ago It was me and you You used to set fire to my heart I grew passionate for our love Becoming comfortable with you Just like a drug you had me craving You disconnected yourself from me I guess I loved you too much Or maybe I just didn’t get you high anymore How am I supposed to come down when you’ve put me in these clouds?

(via whadafaw)

wordsparkle

I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive you. Not because of the fact that you didn’t love me back or you didn’t fight for me half as much as I would’ve liked you to, but because even when you were next to me, you weren’t really.

you were always so far away and I deserved better e.e. (via wordsparkle)

thelovejournals

She showed how much she needed him and yet … he pushed her away.

Unknown (via thelovejournals)

Yup

schuylerpeck

This heartache looked like buckled knees on a gravel side street; the last look you get of the taillights before the car turns the corner. We tried. We tried keeping this up as long as we could, knowing full well how bloody this would be when we had to leave. How badly I wanted to kiss apologies off your lips when you were stuttering a goodbye. That summer stained the way I feel the sunlight; every kind of warmth just feels like your arms. I still find myself counting the collective seconds, states, and years that have built walls between us. This heartache wears my younger face, but still pulls at my older heart.

Schuyler Peck, I Bet You Think I Don’t Write About You Anymore (via schuylerpeck)