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Tag Archives: poetic
Day 1 is hard Day 4 is harder Week 1 is easier Week 3 is shaky Month 2 I think I may cave Month 6 I think I am free Year 1 I won’t lie I miss it but oh god my smile has never been more real and I am finally alive again. Recovery …
我想逃離現實。 I want to escape reality. (via suzuyagh)
I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips. Tracy Chevalier, The Girl With a Pearl Earring (via kitteninwonderland) Mmmmmmm (via voodooprincessrn)
Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams (via wordsnquotes)
isadorahaze: I dreamt this boy was running his hands over me on abandoned playground equipment. He murmured an obscure solzhenitsyn passage in my ear and I put my head back.
gaysfinest: I can tell myself all day, “be heartless, fuck em” but in all reality, I have a big ass heart, and can’t treat people bad, that’s just not me.