Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.


Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

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thymegatampon:

im so awful

whorville:

Say no to kids, drugs

kingsleyyy:

2015 is only 5 months away, just let that sink in

You wrecked me and
I apologized.

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stealinyoman:

marry a guy who has sisters because he’s seen the female in her natural state therefore won’t have any unrealistic expectations of you 

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I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
M.O.W, A ten word story (via yoursly)

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Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.
(via habituellement)

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You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.
What my relationships have taught me. (via lozzat)

Yupp

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