You are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about.



twenty four days till I see them again


wow mom thank u so much for the random easter basket  v unexpected aww that was actually really sweet i will love eating all of this cand-


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Today I called a depression hotline
Because I was awake before the sun and
Nobody else was.
A woman on the other end answered.
Just before I opened my mouth
I thought about if anyone ever thought to
Ask them if they were alright.
So I did.
Over the phone I could almost hear her smile as she said
“I’m doing just fine.”

I’ve been conditioned to hold my breath
When I walk by cemeteries or
When ambulances pass by.
Sometimes it is not always beauty that robs your lungs.

In the 5th grade I accidentally broke a boy’s finger.
I feel guilty about it still.

I’ve been single for almost a decade.
When I was telling my friend about
Another botched attempt at getting close with a girl she said
“You’re too soft for a man. You’re too nice.
Girls want to hug boys like you, not kiss them.”

I can’t help that my arms tremble when I hold someone,
I don’t want to break something so precious.
I can’t help that I cry more out of love than I do sadness.

I am not a shell, I am not steel.
My skin is dark but it is not rough.
My body writes checks out to any homeless heart.
My lips bruise trying to talk people into sleep.
I am soft, I am tender.


“You’re Too Soft For A Man.” ” - Nishat Ahmed

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"I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you."Unknown (via sanctaury)

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Anonymous: Come to long island and ill give you a smooch ;*


If I could just up and leave and go three hoursish away I would. Come up here anon

I live on long island you little bitch, come see me too. I miss you.


This took way longer than it should’ve.





Can you even read this

Holy shit that hurt.

I used to like losing myself in you until I got lost in you and never came home

schönster Satz


Note to self.

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