They Treat Us Like Mushrooms

Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
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I think I live for you. I don’t think I even breathe when we’re not together, which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it’s been like sixty hours since I’ve taken a breath. That’s probably why I’m so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we’re apart is think about you, and all I do when we’re together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I’m so out of control, I can’t help myself. I’m not even mine anymore, I’m yours, and what if you decide that you don’t want me? How could you want me like I want you?

David Levithan, Every Day (via thelovejournals)

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I love you – I do – but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you’re always going to leave me…We can’t deny it. You’re always going to leave.

Vita Sackville-West,“Letter to Virginia Woolf,” 28 February 192
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I miss you oh so much. How much, you’ll never believe or know. At every moment of the day. It is painful but also rather pleasant, if you know what I mean.

Kait Rokowski  (via petrichour)

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

turbo-gay:

I’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life

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grantkiddo:

my city in may basically consists of pretty flowers everywhere!!! 💐🌱

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mulderfan69:

seein a ufo or some alien shit

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