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Ryan bought The Hobbit: The Desolation Of Smaug a couple months ago on the condition that i make him dinner. It was a great night cuz we ate and cuddled and stuff.
Then he let me take it home when i left. I’ve had it since that night and I’ve watched it literally 100 times.
That movie reminds me of him and us and that night. So its very very dear to me.

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You deserve someone who knows how to make things up to you after hurting you. Not someone who is very good with just the word “sorry.”

— Unknown (via belowjob)

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When you meet the devil, don’t spit at him, but don’t make love to him either.

When you meet me, take my blooming, bloody palm.

You’ll know where to find me, I’ll be in every page held by greasy fingers.

From How to Tell a Story by Shira Erlichman (via hush-syrup)

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He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

— Maggie Stiefvater, from The Scorpio Races (via the-final-sentence)

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bats-n-cats:

☆。*☽Halloween Haven☾*。☆

bats-n-cats:

☆。*☽Halloween Haven☾*。☆

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They say ” blood is thicker than water”.
Did you and my mom ever jump puddles with scraped knees together?
Did you feel the universe snap when she left?
How’d that basement fit all that sorrow?
All that neglect and abandon?
Where’d you find a rug to conceal all that dirt?
Only sutchers could close wounds that deep.
Where’d you find all those needles?
Some must have gotten infected.
You both had sour blood.
Little girls with big secrets,
Strong ribs.
Bare feet pounding away from home in tandem,
Screaming freedom in unison.
Little warriors,
Tough angels.
Heart breaker smiles and
A couple of mean right hooks.
Shipwreck survivor souls.
Tough angels.
Girls carved from love and stone
In that order.
Bloody noses,
Bruised cheeks,
And they cried together.
Synced sickness with the moon.
Maybe blood is not thicker than water.
Tough angels.

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Today when i came home from Schenectady i got really stoned, laid on my bed in the dark and listened to Youth by Daughter on repeat for like two hours.

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…And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

— Pablo Neruda, Poetry (via introspectivepoet)

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I wanted to be his third beer.
I wanted to go down smoothly.
I wanted to be just enough to give him the courage to speak the truth easy.
I wanted to make his eyes glassy.
I wanted someone to tell him if i was his last one,
He could still drive home.
He would fall asleep easy.
I wanted them to tell him if he stops right now with me
In the morning
I won’t hurt his head.
I won’t make him nauseous
And he wouldn’t have to drink that disgusting cure all
He learned the recipe for in high school.

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grigiabot:

margaret durow

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They re did the rose garden in central park.

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