I was a Wednesday night, and for the first time in awhile I thought of you, and I didn’t smile, nor did I cry, I just asked myself why. Why you sincerely believe that I am capable of pretending you don’t exist, when at one point I loved you more than I loved myself; even though when it was your turn to love me, you kept me on a shelf, next to every dream you’d ever had that faded faster than a tacky, trending fad. I thought of how you hated when I cried, but I hated when you lied, and you did that more often than not. They say not to leave stones unturned, but I was a stone and I was untouched; so tell me why it is so hard to get your traces off of me. Tell me how I’d feel you in my hair, and how you said you loved when I sang at night, but you were a candle that wouldn’t spark, and I really needed a nightlight.
― traces. (via cosmicwording)
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Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.
― Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via satans-ghost)

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The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via larmoyante)
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flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

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I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
― A Mental Illness Happy Hour listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. Glad I’m not the only one.
(via thishaskilledme)

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