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“Time does not heal, time ignores, and it ignores with a giant fucking exit sign scripted with “This is a wound that has burdened you for too long, I will stitch it together for you, but remember that this is a ticking bomb that will explode when you find the courage to touch any familiar home with a smile and a heartbeat, be careful.”
“I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.”
Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via larmoyante)
Angus & Julia Stone - The Devil’s Tears
Just yes. Just yes.
i don’t know
how long i stood
there in the shower
spill from my nipples
like twin waterfalls.
i just know i miss you.
Funny how one and a half years later (after I reblogged this first) I still find myself in that same situation, in that same blank mindset sometimes.
By now, I’m living in a completely new environment, in a city that could not be more of an opposite to my hometown if it tried, I face a different shower wall on a daily basis and have other reasons to get out of bed in the morning. Missing him doesn’t even cross my mind for weeks and then one morning, I blink rapidly as I stare at the number on the calendar and just whisper “fuck” to myself.
I still feel this way, after everything and all that time. I can’t tell you why or how I do. I can only tell you it’s still him. And how once again I stand under the showerhead and wish I could unfeel it. How I wish I could just forget, so badly.