extrasad:

this is dumb sry 
Why does my happiness depend on your attention? MB 4:24 a.m (via lavishyouth) 67,269 notes
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating. Jean Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness (via malevia) 37,036 notes
This is how I get you out of my system:
I scream so loud it cracks the sky.
I tell my mother to stop asking about you,
but do not say that your hands left bruises on my thighs
so dark their ghosts still linger there.
I can’t eat at our favorite ice cream parlor anymore
because chocolate mint reminds me of
kissing you in the back of your father’s car,
reminds me of dying out of love.
I stop star-gazing.
I cannot look at this canvas I tore apart for you
and call it beautiful – Jesus, did you really think
I was something you could leave so easily?
Twelve months, you’re still haunting me
with your summer breezes and swallowed fights.
I choked up the east horizon just so you could see the sun set,
then caught it ablaze.
All this time and I’m still burning.
Of course I miss you.
Of course.

On the Anniversary of our First Kiss | d.a.s

NaPoWriMo day 21: sunset

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darrenstummy:

the more sexual and inappropriate you are with me the better we’ll get along

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amoying:

im always suspicious of anyone that finds me attractive

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majesty:

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