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I still love you
(9:05pm)

no I don’t.
(9:06pm)

I’m so confused. why did this happen.
(2:26am)

I want you to be happy. if this is what it takes then I’m okay with it. be happy. for me. please.
(10:45am)

don’t you ever give up.
(12:02am)

I kind of hate you for leaving me.
(8:57pm)

but I still love you.
(8:59pm)

I won’t look at you in person but I talk to you in my head
(11:14am)

you’re a better listener this way.
(11:15am)

I’m sorry.
(1:43am)

maybe if I wasn’t so fucked up this wouldn’t have happened
(3:37am)

no. it’s not my fault.
(3:38am)

but it kind of is.
(3:39am)

I hate this
(2:00pm)

I don’t know who I am without you.
(12:01am)

why can’t things be like they were before
(10:13am)

please come back to me. I need you. you need me.
(1:58am)

we are so goddamn bad for each other it’s beautiful. I’m addicted to our heartbreak.
(4:06am)

I went through our old messages. I cried because you promised to always be there. you lied.
(9:16pm)

you smiled at me in the hall today. i thought my chest was being ripped open
(11:36pm)

I’m glad you’re smiling though.
(11:37pm)

"

foxgrl:

I wish none of you were sad

(via whisspers)

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" I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming. "
" And after that, I somehow just stopped checking my phone for your name to appear. "
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