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I’m really really thinking about linguistics.

We don’t even have good sex anymore.

"I would tell you I miss you but what’s the fucking point. You don’t love me anymore and I fall asleep crying every night praying to whoever the fuck may be listening that you’ll call me and tell me to come home."

- I miss you so fucking much I don’t know how much longer I can do this. (via jessielou24)

Yeah… I don’t know.

"She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life"

- Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via myshellethao)

(via blueeyedspitfire)

She’s a symbol of resistance. She’s a runaway of the establishment incorparated. And she’s holding on my heart like a hand grenade. She won’t cooperate, well, she’s the last of the American girls.

(via fuckyeahjohngallagherjr)

seri0uslybecca:

i take my hedgehog grocery shopping and nobody tells me to stop

(via punxchaosanarchy)

A Girlfriend’s Physics

singtomeman:

Consider a frictionless surface
A skin that can’t warm up,
hard to touch and stay touching for a time t
and a metal jaw drawl
Like kissing a taser

I imagine us taking our honeymoon in the Artic,
One broken tent pole, two sick sled dogs,
and before you know it I’m dead from hypothermia,

seri0uslybecca:

flowers in my quills

(via rogueofstars)

I miss my dork :/