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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.

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Some things are better left unsaid (via witcheszbrew)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via revorednu)

I got really drunk last night, hoping I would just forget about everything. It didn’t work.

mangoestho:

everyone needs friends who will encourage them to pierce things and ride things and go to places and buy shit and show off side boob. everyone.

(via heroingypsy)

"There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything"

Luna Adriana (via suspend)

(Source: silly-luv, via odbee)