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I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
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 that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too. – Khaled Hosseini (via likeafieldmouse)

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….

Reblog if you were ever bullied.



That’s disgusting.

Well done society.

Well done.

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