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"It’s the maybes that will kill you."

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"Even loving you is not enough."

Six word poem about unrequited love|| m.a.p. (via rhapxody)

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"And then my soul saw you and it kind of went “Oh there you are. I’ve been looking for you."

I Wrote This For You  (via 5000letters)

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It’s your flaws I want to taste.
Your brooked mouth.
The way you smell after being
out all day. Your knees, so eager
to bend
to whatever song is playing in
your head.
Your chest, as it rises and falls
and rises and falls
on the carpeted ground. Your
sometimes smooth chin.
Your pimpled politeness. Your
tangled hair.
Your good morning,
every morning.
I don’t want to be able to run
my fingers through you easily.
It is no fun writing about

I want to talk about you.
Flawed. Crooked.


Lora Mathis, Black Coffee (via larmoyante)

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