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beguiledbythephantom:

Broadway vs Hollywood

And I touched you. And I felt you. And I heard those ravishing refrains. The music of your pulse, the singing in your veins. And I held you. And I touched you. And with every breath and every sigh, I felt no longer scared. I felt no longer shy. At last our feelings bared, beneath a moonless sky…

Mehhhhhhhhh

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im-simply-me:

squareclocks:

I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up. 

Relevant.

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garlic-breadgasm:

YOU DON’T OWE YOUR PARENTS ANYTHING

IT WAS THEIR CHOICE TO HAVE, KEEP AND RAISE YOU BUT IT WASN’T YOUR CHOICE TO BE THEIR CHILD

ANY EXPECTATIONS OR IDEALS THEY TRY AND ENFORCE ON YOU ARE BULLSHIT IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH THEM

THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THEIR CHILD AS THEY ARE NOT JUDGE THEM ON A MINOR DETAIL THAT DOESN’T AFFECT THEIR LIFE

DO NOT FEEL BAD IF YOU AREN’T THE PERFECT CHILD YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU SHOULD BE

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jezie-of-stars:

Advice to myself.

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eva-unitxvx:

Familiar.

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rosemares:

this isn’t even a poem

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