Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.


-Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

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Once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy.

-Mother Teresa  (via sadgirl1017)

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chilled:

*throws lamp at you* you need to lighten the fuck up

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setbabiesonfire:


'cause why not.

Holy heck, that’s a nice butt.

unhang:

my family feud is a never ending high school drama..

(via trust)

netlfix:

in all my years i have never finished a pencil

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