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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

— Some things are better left unsaid. (via stolenwine)

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13riana:

I keep redecorating my room

13riana:

I keep redecorating my room

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sxngsof:

The Front Bottoms - Swimming Pool

sxngsof:

The Front Bottoms - Swimming Pool

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Blood cast off from a suicidal gunshot wound to the head

Blood cast off from a suicidal gunshot wound to the head

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vampbats:

this is side one

vampbats:

this is side one

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blodbad:

this photo is two or three years old, i used to cut with a wing from a broken glass angel. huh

blodbad:

this photo is two or three years old, i used to cut with a wing from a broken glass angel. huh

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backofteeth:

gabe/william for some kids at an RP

backofteeth:

gabe/william for some kids at an RP

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