1 day ago with 2,482 notes
lvndcity:

Joe Whittingham

lvndcity:

Joe Whittingham

(Source: cerceos)

1 day ago with 14 notes
Periods.

(Not the bloody kind, guys. Don’t worry.)

They cut off the existence of a sentence.

They’re like the staccatos of literature. 

Short and detached.

They end the point that someone is making.

They indicate a pause in a passage.

They stop everything.

Periods.

I would never place a period in any part of what we had

I would never want a pause in the story we wrote

I would never want our point to end

Periods.

When everything came crashing down, I began to understand.

I watched the letters of our story be drowned out by the doubts of our past.

I watched them all stray from the page as if there was nothing there to begin with.

I watched. Periods. Pop up. In places. I had never. Seen. Them.

Not by my doing, but yours.

I was so blinded by not wanting them to be there that I ignored that they were existent.

Periods.

They were everywhere.

I was too busy breaking all the walls in my heart down for you because I thought you would keep it safe.

I was too oblivious by my love for you to see them.

But now that the pages are blank and everything we had is gone, I feel them as tangible as I felt you when you pushed me away from you.

When you told me you didn’t want me anymore and you left.

The periods said it all.

I just forgot to notice.
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1 day ago with 1,742 notes
lgbtgal:

These types of kisses make me so happy

lgbtgal:

These types of kisses make me so happy

1 day ago with 4,763 notes
27,831 plays

1 day ago with 2,761 notes
pathogems:

this makes me miss marnie

pathogems:

this makes me miss marnie

1 day ago with 365,721 notes

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Everybody deserves someone who cares. anonymous (via Stilhess)
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1 day ago with 4,048 notes
covnterpartx:

Counterparts // The Disconect

covnterpartx:

Counterparts // The Disconect

1 day ago with 10,549 notes
extrasad:

No matter what we’re all
going to die, whether it’s 
tonight or 63 years from
now.
And most of us don’t know
how it’s going to happen,
too many pills or drowning 
or shattered glass and a 
car swerving off the edge
of the Earth, sickness, a 
loaded gun in a shaky 
hand, an airplane falling 
from the sky, cigarettes,
fire, lightning

But the second I saw you
I knew you’d be what kills 
me 


(Sorry it’s so messy I wrote it in the car)

extrasad:

No matter what we’re all
going to die, whether it’s
tonight or 63 years from
now.
And most of us don’t know
how it’s going to happen,
too many pills or drowning
or shattered glass and a
car swerving off the edge
of the Earth, sickness, a
loaded gun in a shaky
hand, an airplane falling
from the sky, cigarettes,
fire, lightning

But the second I saw you
I knew you’d be what kills
me


(Sorry it’s so messy I wrote it in the car)

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