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Everything was beautiful

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☻ Bad in the head but good in bed ☻Queen of Kawaii

Slowly Wilting
You will go on and meet someone else and I’ll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.
- Marian Keyes, The Other Side of the Story (via larmoyante)

mnrva:

I was born in the wrong generation, take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria

(Source: mnrva)

weapens:

"it’s what’s inside that makes you beautiful"

*the demon possessing my body blushes*

(Source: synestheses)

nyehs:

i literally just thought to myself “wow halloween is almost over” but then i remembered that the entire month of october isnt halloween and halloween is actually only one day and hasnt even started yet

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn’t become obvious yourself.
- Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via elitaer)

I was there for you damnit. When you were fucking crying to me saying you hated school and you wanted to die. It was fucking me that listened to your dreams and believed in you. I was fucking there for you. You told me that the only reason you’re around was cos of me and Josh and that everyone else is washed up. And I believed that and I believed that we could be something but that’s fucking stupid cos I’m pretty sure I just convinced myself that you might have feelings for me too but that’s stupid cos how could someone as perfect as you like someone as disgusting as me? You two deserve each other, you’re both perfect. It just sucks because I was so infatuated. I was so in love with everything about you and now I have to watch her soak in your loveliness.
Why couldn’t I have been enough? Fuck. I hope I get over this soon because Every time I see something about it my heart just breaks.

1. We met in the waiting room of our therapist’s office. He told me that orchids symbolize death and stuck one behind my ear. I kissed him too hard and my mother asked me why the scent of liquor was hanging off all my clothes. 8 months later I left white oleanders on his grave. They’re poisonous. I think we were too.

2. He drove too fast and I played music too loud and kissed him while he drove. We were our own accident waiting to happen. We almost drowned one night when we fell into a lake in the middle of winter. When we fell in love. He left me a note telling me that being with me was like being alone. I deleted his number but kept it written down in the back of my old social studies notebook from middle school. I have called him 8 times since then.

3. God, I would’ve fucking died for him. In a few ways, I did.

4. He fucked someone else because he hated the way my scars would split open and bleed all over my clothes. I took a lot of pictures of him. They’re still in my attic. I tried to burn them once but my hair caught fire instead.

5. I never knew his middle name. He spoke in poetry and choked down cigarettes and never answered my calls. I held his hand too tightly. He would climb in my window and fall asleep next to me. I think he had nightmares most nights. My mother found out he was staying over and kicked him out. Everything stopped smelling like him. I hate it.

6. We tried to run away but we were only 16 and we weren’t allowed to buy train tickets so we took a bus but I got sick halfway and threw up my parent’s worried voicemails. He took me to some shitty motel and let me sleep while he went out to buy drugs. We went home and never saw each other again.

7. He would touch my best friend’s thigh under the table when we all went out. I pretended not to notice. He pretended to love me.

8. We wrote each other love letters and he cut my hair to my shoulders. He tasted like coffee with two packets of sugar because that’s all he drank. He was still tired all the time. I wish I could’ve woken him up. My hair is down to my waist now. I can’t remember the sound of his voice.

9. I’m not sure if I ever even loved him. I think I might’ve been so in love with him. He lived next door. Our mothers hated each other. When he was 6 he pulled the flowers out of the garden in our backyard. When we turned 17 he followed me home from school and kissed me. He would wipe away my tears when I cried. And then a new girl showed up at school and he started taking a different route home. He pulled all the flowers out of my fucking garden.

- 9 boys my mother warned me not to kiss  (via extrasad)