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They really love each other
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everything personal♡
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✧ the best mixed pale you’ll find ✧
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I love you doesn’t mean a fucking thing if you spit it down the throat of every girl who makes you feel less dead
and I know I speak like my heart was broken last night
even though it happened last January,
when I thought I was numb from the cold
but I was numb from you
and sometimes everything you left behind cuts into
my tongue and I find myself choking up your name
even though it’s been 3 months since you’ve called
and I’m not sure how your voice still plays in my head
when I can’t even remember how it sounds
and there are scars and bruises all over me that I
could’ve sworn had faded but everyone looks at me
like I’m about to collapse
and sometimes I kiss boys who grab me like they
want to break me and I let them because there’s
nothing left to break
and sometimes they taste like you
and I used to smile like I wasn’t empty
but you’re stuck in my head
and in my heart
and underneath my fingernails
and I’m so sorry but you can’t stay here
I’m a collection of unsaid goodbyes and thrown up 3 AM “I miss you’s” (via extrasad)

(via extrasad)