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astound
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

Charles Bukowski  (via fuckinq)

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pessimisitic

him.

Honestly his eyes show me galaxies I never thought I’d see. His touching burns my skin and it’s a good burn. His heartbeat syncs with mine and I can feel mine accelerate whenever I’m with her. Everyday I’m with him, I feel myself falling more and more for him. I love him so much and he’ll never be able to understand just how much. But for him? I’d take a bullet. I’d take a bullet if it meant he’d be safe. I’d do anything for him. Yes we are both young and I sound like a love sick sap. People see love differently. He’s what I see. He has been all I’ve seen for the past two years. He’s all I’ve ever wanted and more. He’s all I adore. I don’t screw around with other guys. I don’t flirt with other guys. Even at my age? I still understand what it’s like to be faithful. Everything necessary in a relationship is what we have. Passion.. love.. desire.. lust.. trust.. and each other. That’s all we need. I love him. So much. He’s my first love. He is the one person I will never stop loving.

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pigmenting
My fingers taste like sweat and I am giving birth to poems between two men on the 9 o'clock bus home. I write best when I’m three shots into a bottle of hurt and this poem is shot number 5. This poem is me with my fingers in the soft craters of my mouth. Searching for wisdom where wisdom is lost. This poem is me poking the wound, welcoming the muddy hurt, preparing for the ruin that follows.

Kelsey Danielle, “And To Think You Didn’t Even Cause This War”  (via pigmenting)

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gazermagazine
It’s a beautiful thing to have lungs that allow you to breathe air and legs that allow you to climb mountains, and it’s a shame that sometimes we don’t realize that that’s enough

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cethical-blog
Why can’t you let go? Like a bird in the snow. This is no place to build your home.

lyrics from Friction by Imagine Dragons (via cethical)