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carefreeforalleternity:

The very few people who I consider my friends, I never text. However there is but one person I text nowadays. And she is but the only person I’ve ever connected with. And it just so happens I’ve always worried about what she wants from me. I try my best to do what she wants, but she’s very hard to…

carefreeforalleternity:

The very few people who I consider my friends, I never text. However there is but one person I text nowadays. And she is but the only person I’ve ever connected with. And it just so happens I’ve always worried about what she wants from me. I try my best to do what she wants, but she’s very hard to…

poetrybomb:

We fall infinitely slowly

as we approach the singularity

that lies at the end of a black hole,

all that remains of a massive love.

A love that collapsed

as quickly as it started…

Like a supermassive star

this love was doomed to die young.

And there is no light between us,

Just One Call

poetrybomb:

Those feelings that you swear are over

Pushed away, tucked into the crevices of your mind

or is it the soul where these hide?

How easily these feelings come back

            The sound of her voice saying your name

            A smile directed your way

            The way her eyes shine at a joke you told

Were they ever actually gone?

The control they bear is excruciating

is it the joy these feelings once held

worth the pain they emit now?

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demuto:

i’m afraid to date a reader

because i don’t want 

them to look 

into my words

and see the pain

and the scars

in them.

I feel more forgotten than ever.
Sartre, Nausea (via invisiblestories)