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kinda wanna go on a date, kinda wanna get hit by a truck too 

(Source: cyberho)


I remember the first time I saw you, really saw you. We were young, sitting on the stairs at the front of my high school and at that very second, I knew that was it. I would have you forever or not have you at all. I could never have settled for in between.

Your nails were bitten down to make way for the cracked skin of your fingers and your hair curled in ringlets I could wrap around my fingers. You had the kind of smile that made other people smile. You said my name like I mattered. I realized it was because I did matter. I mattered to you.

I tried to write other things for you, about you, but none of them seemed honest enough. It always sounded like I wanted to make you a poem when all I ever wanted was for everyone to know it was possible to love someone that much. I wanted everyone to know it was possible for someone like me to love someone that much.

I’ve stopped trying to trick myself into thinking I don’t love you anymore. I do. I always will. I would’ve given you anything you wanted and I still probably would if you asked me to somehow. But what else can I do but accept that I will always love you and live with it? What else can others tell me about how stupid it is to love you that I haven’t already told myself? What else is there for me?

I don’t know where you are right now, I don’t know what you’re doing, but I tried to leave flowers at your grave today and I couldn’t find where you were buried. It shouldn’t have surprised me, because you always knew where to hide when you didn’t want to be found, but I just wanted to be done. I wanted to let you go.

Now I don’t think I ever will. It’s probably because you never wanted me to.

This is the Only Love Letter I’ve Ever Written (#613: July 18, 2014)

(Source: write2014)


sorry i only like people that i never have a chance with

(Source: guy)


you all deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you all the time and i really hope all of you find that one day because you all deserved to be loved




does anyone else have this other self they’ve created in their mind that is not really exactly you irl but is more like what you want to be and has a life that continues in your head with like weird continuing daydreams but they’re not perfect or anything and wow i forget where i was going with this


(Source: tardismemes)