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Drink up

Drink up

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"And then it hits you
As your laying alone in bed in the
Middle of the night
That they aren’t yours anymore
That you can’t hold them anymore
That they aren’t going to say
I love you to you anymore
Because they don’t
That they aren’t going to be around
When you are sad
Or be around when you have
Exciting news to share
That you can’t kiss them anymore
But
You can love them
But that love only hurts
Because you know they don’t love you
And maybe
They never did"

— (via s3xualpenguins)

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lovelustlik3:

so…. I don’t usually write stuff but I did

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lovelustlik3:

so…. I don’t usually write stuff but I did

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bonvivantx:

“If all cosmos were the same distance apart, gravity would pull them all in the same direction. They’d remain perfectly aligned, and precisely nothing would happen. Irregularity, imperfection, and lack of order in hydrogen compacts, atoms of gas gravitating away from each other, and compressed temperatures is what created our universe. Perfection in our galaxy simply does not exist. Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.” —Stephen Hawking Utilize this as an analogy next time attempt to undermine your self-worth caused by fallacious and subjective standards one must meet in order to attain aesthetic appeal. Symmetric cannot be created if its source is asymmetric.

bonvivantx:

“If all cosmos were the same distance apart, gravity would pull them all in the same direction. They’d remain perfectly aligned, and precisely nothing would happen. Irregularity, imperfection, and lack of order in hydrogen compacts, atoms of gas gravitating away from each other, and compressed temperatures is what created our universe. Perfection in our galaxy simply does not exist. Without imperfection, neither you nor I would exist.” —Stephen Hawking

Utilize this as an analogy next time attempt to undermine your self-worth caused by fallacious and subjective standards one must meet in order to attain aesthetic appeal. Symmetric cannot be created if its source is asymmetric.

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It’s going to hurt

As they lie there in you bed
You admire every single fault,
You can feel the love flooding your insides
Forcing you to smile, that god damn smile.
That’s when you realise,
You’re attached,
You’re attached to someone who could so easily leave you..
This single thought alone hurts,
Not only mentally, but physically
You feel your heart sinking and your head drowning in this thought.
You start to question everything
You have already had your heart broken
Could you go through all them sleepless nights?
The painful mornings where you’re heart breaks all over again?
Would you do it to yourself?
Are they worth that?


It’s going to hurt if you leave.
*when you leave.

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"When she leaves you will find yourself laying in bed one night, unable to sleep so you flip over your pillow to find a long strand of hair. The only girl who’s ever been in your bed was her, and it belongs to her. Your heart will feel heavy and your bones begin to break one by one when you look at it but you just keep it there and turn the pillow over again. It’s better to have the tiniest piece of her existence near you instead of nothing at all. When she leaves she will take the flowers she planted deep in your soul, and nothing will be left but dead leaves, I guess it’s better than nothing at all. When she leaves you won’t even be able to look at your bare skin without picturing her’s against it, you won’t be able to feel anything softer than her lips when they met yours. When she leaves you’ll find her remnants washed up in your room like worms on a sidewalk after it rains. You’ll stumble across bobby pins, and scrunchies, how could someone have so many god damn bobby pins? When she leaves your favorite sweater will smell like her, and you won’t be able to picture anything but how she looked when she was curled up in your arms every winter evening. When she leaves you’ll think that love is not real, it can’t be real, because the girl you planned forever with just left you in the dark. She was your one and only light in a world of dull black, but she’s gone now. Ever since she left, you feel gone now, too."

i.c. // when she leaves (via delicatepoetry)

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7/13/14

I want to write,
but I have no idea what to say.
I guess my heart
and my head
are too wrapped up
in you
and
your name
to think of anything else.
I want to write of
the sky and the wind
and how the
tulips seem to smile
on a spring day.
But all I can think about
is how you got goosebumps
on your skin
where the wind kissed you,
and how I was so jelous,
because it got to touch you
and I didn’t.
And it hurts
remembering how
you gave me a tulip
when we walked through
my grandmothers garden.
I don’t like tulips anymore.
I want to write of
ocean water, crystal blue,
and of girly things
like lipstick and perfume.
But all I can think about
is how we went
to the beach last summer
and you gave me
my first kiss
under the bridge.
And it hurts
remembering how
you bought me
vanilla perfume
because it was your favorite.
I don’t wear it anymore.
I want to write
but I have nothing to say
because I miss you so much
and I wish,
that just this once,
you would have stayed.
(A.)

Poem for: “moving on and missing someone.”

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letters-2-myself (via letters-2-myself)