visual-poetry:

“untitled (wall painting)” by ben cove

And I traced every inch of your body with my finger tips, so I could learn every detail and never forget how you felt beneath me.

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I got called a flower child, hippie, and peacemaker yesterday.

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I know that starting over is not what life’s about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.
Modest Mouse (The World at Large)

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Its not that I hate my parents, but if you measured the amount of energy I have towards resenting them it would be equivalent to that of an atomic bomb.

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