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I don't want to be alone anymore

I just need someone

go find another lover.
one who does not weep at a specific time
(3am between 6am)
who does not listen to crestfallen symphonies
who would dispute the brilliance
of two people speaking in hushed tones
who won’t meet your parents dressed in
tattered jeans and baggy clothes,
and will appear with dirty red nails.
find a woman with the bluest eyes
that remind you of the sea
unlike mine
which are lifeless
like the doll
staring at me right now,
do you think she’s undergoing the process
the one I’ve always talked to you about?
taking a dip in the river styx.
i think it’s going to be easy,
you’ll come across her by the cereal counter,
or you can just call your ex lovers;
though you’ve fucked my brain
many more times you fucked
those beautiful, educated women.
i’ve written their numbers
all down in a pink post-it note
and it’s sticked on your fridge.
p.s., there’s a carton of expired milk inside.
you really have to get rid of that.

a.s., “Adelaide” (via mossyribs)

There is nothing special about me.
I am not a cup of tea or coffee
every Sunday morning.
I am not the same as your thoughts
when it’s Friday while you’re on your way home.

I am a Monday morning,
my skin cracks every night
while everybody else is asleep or having sex.
I am an awkward sadness
and a desperate apology letter.

Loving me will always be a disaster,
my skin is muffled by dark clouds and loud a thunder.
There is nothing special about falling in love
with a storm who can easily destroy everything,
including herself.

I am in pieces when you came into my life,
and I’m still in pieces when you left.

a.s., nobody can fix me, even the boy with pretty brown eyes (via mossyribs)

And I think, I’ll always love that one star.

a.s., we intersected in heaven (via mossyribs)

Always remember this: there will come a time in your life where you will hurt the person you love the most. When it happens, make sure you’ll buy him or her a slice of blueberry cheesecake in the morning. Fuck, bring them coffee and doughnuts and make them pancakes. Don’t let go of the people who deal with your bullshit.

a.s., on caring  (via mossyribs)

Thats the madness of love, There was never really a true definition. You had to discover your own, because only your words of the person you loved could bring out the definition of it.

-Patrick Sundstrom

(via psych-facts)

Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am.

Christopher Poindexter (via psych-facts)

I saw you and everything collapsed underneath me and nothing made sense anymore.

jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.

Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via psych-facts)

I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.

Joshua Graham (via adderalldust)

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