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He looked at me with his dark brown eyes and I looked at him with my light green. In that moment, his eyes got a little brighter and mine got a little darker.
that’s love (cravings)
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should’ve known your love was a game
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a little something to remember
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… and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
(via theliteraryjournals)
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Stop checking your phone because he won’t reply,
stop thinking about him because everything he said was a lie.
But every time you sit and think,
You think about him, and your heart just sinks.
But maybe, he might want your time,
but that doesn’t mean you’re on his mind
It doesn’t mean he’ll want you to be last find.
Yet you still sit and hope,
that maybe one day he’ll say to you,
“Be mine.”
The voices in my head // a.a. (via apikaliaa)
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Our voices will dry up like wells. I hope you will sing to me then.
Sierra DeMulder, from “ The Lucky Grow Old”
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