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anonynaila:

subvertcliche:

mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

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Apr 13, 2014 / 146,805 notes

theroself:

sosa-parks:

Nothing more awkward than putting a dish in while ya mom washing dishes

the way she looks you in the eye as you slide it past her arm

the guilt as you quietly look away

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Apr 13, 2014 / 525,565 notes
I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already, it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.
Andrea Gibson  (via leviathanrose)

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Apr 8, 2014 / 286 notes

the-noise-inside:

You can’t see your reflection in boiling water… similarly, you can’t see the truths in your life in a state of anger.

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Apr 8, 2014 / 5,641 notes

thepoeticrebel:

barbellbasics:

A dad took a 4 second video of him and his daughter hanging out every Saturday morning for 3 months 

I loved every minute!

Lmaooooo

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somewhere there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars
like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman
in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she
couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time, opening mail with the
heading of ‘i miss you’, cooking noodles with
organic spices and red sauces, buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs, painting murals
of his lips in abandoned warehouses, chewing
the words ‘i love you’ over and over again, swallowing
phone numbers and forgotten birthdays, eating
strawberry pies, drinking white wine off of each
others open mouths, ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

poems from my uncles graves  (via ac-ru)

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