hello tumblr friends. i’m abandoning this blog because i forgot the password to it and can’t log in to it on my phone (the convenience of mobile blogging is real). if any of you would like to keep on following me (the human version of trash), my new blog is karmellealmighty. see ya on the flip side. 

bpdconcept:

concept: my mood doesn’t plummet to rock bottom for no apparent reason suddenly while out having a good time with friends

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Maybe,“ she said, “I’m sad because he hurt me. Maybe I’m sad because I was convinced he wouldn’t.

“Maybe I’m sad just because I’m sad, or maybe it’s because I’ve lost something I gave away so willingly, that now I’ll never get back. Maybe I’m sad because I lost a part of myself, not because I lost him.

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Oh how I wanted to say that I missed him.

How I wanted to call him and start a stupid conversation the way we used to do. How I wanted to ask him something ridiculous like did he like cats, like what did he think of the colour blue, like did he still love me, like did he ever? Did he ever love me at all?

And how I wanted to sit on his bed and rest my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Or sit on the floor of his room and let him kiss me and let him kiss me and let him kiss me again.

Or, oh, how I wanted to go back to the beginning, to the first day when he approached me. How I wanted to leave so he’d never told me his name and I’d never told him mine.

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thexfiles:

me as hell

mythaelogy:

do you ever get overwhelmed by the amount of history in the world that you don’t know

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Oh how I wanted to say that I missed him.

How I wanted to call him and start a stupid conversation the way we used to do. How I wanted to ask him something ridiculous like did he like cats, like what did he think of the colour blue, like did he still love me, like did he ever? Did he ever love me at all?

And how I wanted to sit on his bed and rest my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Or sit on the floor of his room and let him kiss me and let him kiss me and let him kiss me again.

Or, oh, how I wanted to go back to the beginning, to the first day when he approached me. How I wanted to leave so he’d never told me his name and I’d never told him mine.

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“I can’t help it,” she said, very, very softly this time.

“No matter what I do, sometimes I just don’t feel good enough.”

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agwith:

Sue fucking OBLITERATED him