Alcohol vs marijuana


Alcohol vs marijuana

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when they say youre too old for disney

The hop, I can’t. I cackled.

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You are the reason I can’t sleep at night
The keeper of my innocence
The everlasting holder of my gaze
You were rock
You were fire
And I can still remember the morning when I realized I wasn’t safe in your arms anymore

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I have something to say
but I can’t say it.

So how about this, instead.
How about I never saw you coming.
Walking through July like
it was a ring of fire and then you.

You in all your morning glory.
You with the lighter fluid in your mouth.
You on my doorstep trying
to sell me a new security system,
smoke in your teeth.

I know the stories. Someone
is always leaving in them, so here,
take a copy of my keys.
Leave your coat. Make this harder
than it has to be. Make this
a disaster because you know I
live for that.

I was napping on the couch when
I dreamed that you got on a plane
and left.

I think it was a nightmare,
at least until you called from the
airport and begged me to come
meet you, then maybe stay forever.
I said yes.

And I know it’s not right,
to say things like this, so I’ll
only say it once.
Listen closely. Are you listening?
Bring your ear to my mouth.

I would follow you anywhere.
I would.
God, I would.

Caitlyn Siehl, What You’re Not Supposed to Say (via alonesomes)

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3.1 Phillip Lim Fall 2014 ad campaign photographed by Vincent Van De Wijngaard 


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Apparently less estrogen is released when you’re stressed so let’s blame anxiety for my flat chest

You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.

Sierra DeMulder, excerpt from “Unrequited Love Poem” (via myheartgoesbumbumbum)

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Flirting with my eyes


Some girls:




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I drink because they say it’ll help me forget I’ve ever touched you but I always forget my own name before I forget yours.

Even Drunk Off My Ass, You Always Come First (#508: May 11, 2014)

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We’re all trying to forget someone.

Six Word Story (via 400eurojob)

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