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archive of poetry/literature posts.
Just fucking tell her. Right now. This is your sign.

If you’re reading this and someone comes to your head, you need to tell them what you have to say (via nudely)

My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.

(via suspend)

I care,“ he said in a trembling voice. “I care so much that I do not know how to tell you without it seeming inconsequential compared to how I feel. Even if I am distant at times and seem as if I do not want to be with you, it is only because this scares me, too.

Aimee Carter, The Goddess Test (via booksqouted)