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as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
We Were Emergencies- Buddy Wakefield (via suiicune)
Genuinely one of my favourite poems
(via rose-nymphet)
That first line always hits me like a tonne of bricks.
(via untitledunidentifiedunfinished)
First line definitely hit me hard…
And still I mourn the baby with no face and no name; The baby I never got to hold in my arms; the baby lost in a horrendous amount of blood. If only I could be with my baby….Mommy loves you, my little peanut….
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That’s disgusting.
Well done society.
Well done.
