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zoetic-a

I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should.

Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via jasmine1945)

Source: benedictsmith

oldartainteasy

There is no other girl in this entire world for me, no lips I’d rather kiss, no skin I’d rather touch, no hands I’d rather hold… No one could ever compare to you, you take my breath away.

(via famousdelrey)

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Send a type or two.

nagakaze nagakaze

Normal: I love you.
Fighting: I’d fight you.
Flying: I’d date you.
Poison: I’m envious of you.
Ground: I want to meet you in real life.
Rock: I can relate to what you’ve gone through.
Bug: You bug me sometimes.
Ghost: You scare me sometimes.
Steel: I think you’re strong.
Fire: I think you’re hot.
Water: I think you’re cool.
Grass: I think you’ve grown a lot.
Electric: You surprise me sometimes.
Psychic: We have a lot in common.
Ice: I want to be closer to you.
Dragon: I think you’re amazing.
Dark: I’d fuck you.
Fairy: I think you’re cute.

messed-up-yabouy

I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via kuffr)

Source: kuffr

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bitchycode

If overthinking situations burned calories, i’d be dead

Source: bitchycode

loopwhole

send me a message of what you’d think I’d be like in real life and I’ll tell you if it’s true or not

pleasureful-dusk

To You.
If I knew that that was the last time that I’d hug you, damn it I would’ve hugged you so much longer.
I don’t think I would’ve let you go.
And if I knew that that was the last conversation where we shared all our thoughts and dreams.
Oh God I wouldn’t have stopped talking.
And if I knew that you would leave,
I swear I would’ve told you.
I would’ve told you you were the only person I ever felt connected with,
and that you were my home.
I would’ve told you that
you were my favorite movie to watch
and that your voice was my favorite song
and I could listen to it all day
without getting tired of it.
I would’ve told you
that you were my favorite poem
and that I could read you all day long.
But would this have made a difference.
Would you still have left
if you knew that you would leave
with my favorite song
my favorite movie,
my favorite poem
and my only home.

All the things I wish I had said. // ck.writes (on Instagram)

Source: ck-writings

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