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Im done with this blog-- time for a fresh start. if I knew the password itd be gone but I guess it'll be left over in cyber space. Bye.

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“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #132 (via blossomfully)

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Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder if I still exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

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Always and forever

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Writing things and poems that simply make no sense: BAD SEED ~

When I get sad and angry i get reckless and mean or I don’t give a fuck and play with bad people because theyre too dumb to know they’re being played with, that me a “shy little kid” secretly hopes they take a toe out of line so I can theoretically chop it off. Dumb men are like wine, they dont taste good, bitter and old but hell we drink anyway and acquire a taste. I’m elegantly angry and I want someone to play with but fuck daddy left and so I broke all my toys. I’ll cry myself to sleep tonight or laugh into madness and in 5, 6, 7 hours time, I’ll be back to drinking old wine.