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I hate hookup culture bury me beside you

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I WILL FIND HAPPINESS AGAIN I WILL FIND HAPPINESS AGAIN I WILL FIND HAPPINESS AGAIN I WILL FIND HAPPINESS AGAIN

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i love you fries i love you hash browns i love you roasted potatoes i love you mashed potatoes i love you potato chips i love you potato pancakes i love you potato croquettes i love you hasselback potatoes i love you tater tots i love you potatoes

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Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno

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One day you will want to know how my hair looks

And if I still smell the same

You’ll miss the crease of my smile

And the way my nose scrunches when I laugh

When you close your eyes and look into hers

You’ll wish you were looking in mine

You’ll miss the things I would say

And you’ll tell old jokes I would tell

It stings your tongue because it doesn’t feel the same

And those words you speak to her

Don’t feel right when they’re not for me

And so you’ll try to talk to me

Because you didn’t know you could miss me so much

You never thought there would be a day id walk

For good

And you wish upon a star

Just to hear my voice one last time

To feel my skin

And to remember what it was like to be young

And in love; together

But that will be the day

You finally don’t get a reaction

Because I have already moved on

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I want him back

#break up

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I don’t talk about how your mother’s name still pops up as a recent contact on Facebook messenger. I don’t talk about how the Christmas tree I bought stands tall in your apartment as a pyre, burning in warm light. I don’t talk about the one-worded replies, the corners of my bedroom you still haunt. I don’t talk about how I will always feel a mother to your dogs. I don’t talk about the plushies won at an arcade sitting in the back window of my car, the Polaroid of us shoved out of sight into the center console. I don’t talk about the bathroom door and the violence it has seen. I don’t talk about my dreams and your hair knotted in my fists like a lifeline, raw desperation to hold on. I don’t talk about how my number in your phone still bears the nickname you gave me. I don’t talk about the wailing my favorite stuffed animal has witnessed. I don’t think about how years and years of love and living can be shrunk down to fit in the palm of my hand, how it has morphed from soft cotton to a shard of glass. I don’t talk about the matching necklaces still hanging on the curtain rod in your bedroom. I don’t talk about one of two identical sweaters hanging deep in the back of my closet. I don’t talk about my mom still buying your dogs presents, my grandparents holding on to a Christmas card for you.  I don’t talk about the ache of loss in my chest but god, is it there. It is there. 

WHAT I DON'T TALK ABOUT (AND OTHER LIES) // Haley Hendrick

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And if my wishes came true, it would have been you...

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Yesterday i had a dream where he was leaving. He left his things and i found many handwritten notes with cute messages of when he still loved me... I woke up with pain, physical pain in my chest.

I don't think I'll ever forget about him.

I don't think I'll ever stop loving him.

#ex boyfriend #I miss you

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No experience more viscerally humiliating than walking through a heavily populated building with squeaky shoes. Look at me doing my little clown walk across the entire length of the building. Dumbass squeaking noises ringing out with every step. Sounds like I'm walking on two guinea pigs. I wish I was dead