21, Boston || I may be broke, but my life is incredibly rich.
Once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy. Mother Teresa (via instrumentality)

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silentsongsofsadness:

Sit on my face while Brand New plays in the background

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I drank to forget, and drank until my liver ached and my sight was blurry, but you were still there, always.

I smoked to kill us both, I smoked until I could feel my lungs, everything burning away. Everything except you.

Then the old, silver lines carved into my skin were re-opened but you did not leave me alone. Even when you were not there in physical form, I could feel you breathing down my neck, your hands caressing my thighs.

And with all my might I forced myself to consider that maybe, I’m better of without you? And I didn’t know if they were words of honesty or of pure desperation.

Pien Pouwels
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bareffaced:

Perfect spot