Almosts.., words by: @thesanitysipper
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

oozey mess
Xuebing Du
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Mike Driver
One Nice Bug Per Day
DEAR READER
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RMH
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@zemblanitears
Almosts.., words by: @thesanitysipper
i don’t think i’ll ever forget how you looked at me that day.
Your love ruined my life.
the way you treated me changed me forever.
Rituals
Perfect Blue (1997)
musings on november
Donald Miller, Holly Warburton, L. M. Montgomery, E. M. Forster, Anne Sexton, Kaye Donachie, Anne Sexton, Emilio Hernandez Martin, Maggie Stiefvater, Nina MacLaughlin (The Paris Review)
Poppa Bear
When will you realize I would have given you the world? Was it the tears i shed for you that pushed you away? Was it the whining thoughts of me feeling clingey that scared you off?
I gave you the space you needed even though the thought of letting you slip through my fingers killed me, drowned me in every bottle of liquor I could get my hands on...
I gave you the cringey love and attention I dare never to give even myself.
I've found myself and seperated her soul piece by piece, puzzling and reshaping each layout to fit your needs but was it me? Was it my love? Was it the life you wanted to chase?
I'll never know, but I'll always care.
ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝
“When someone does something wrong, don’t forget all the things they did right.”
— Unknown
i made a lot of mistakes
i made a lot of mistakes
Darian Rodriguez Mederos
"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."
3 years clean, no new scars..
6 years clean, no new attempts..
But god do I crave that itch to be scratched oncenin a while. An addiction, waiting for the time of darkness, praying for another downfall.
Yet I'm so happy to be clean and have light in my life. I guess that's just the sickness I'm left to dealt.