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It Happens To The Best Of Us

There were roses planted in my heart, daisies in my mind. Sunflowers in my veins, and lilies in my eye. They've gotten sick with sadness, I had to say goodbye. And i felt every petal wither, and every flower die.

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1. When you’re outside in the middle of the night with your best friend burning the old pictures you have with him and the poems he wrote you and the little teddy bear he won for you at the carnival that you’ve slept with for months, make sure you don’t breathe in the smoke because you’ll cough so hard you’ll throw up and then you’ll be left crying and shaking and wondering how he still manages to make you feel sick even though he’s not around anymore.

2. Delete his number so that on the nights when 8 shots still don’t taste like enough to stop the aching and your blood turns to liquor and you let the alcohol fill your lungs till you choke, you won’t call him to save you because he’s not going to come and when he sends you straight to voicemail you won’t want to be saved anyway.

3. It’s okay to cry but when you’re pressed up against the wall screaming into your knees at one in the morning, hair in your face, blood on your bedspread, don’t let the tears tidal wave through your teeth and hit your tongue because you’ll taste him again and he’ll stain your mouth and god that hurts more than anything.

4. When you were sad, you two used to go up to your roof and light matches and toss them down and watch them burn out the way you wish your problems could. Don’t go up there for awhile because when you’re sitting there and you turn to kiss him and remember that he’s gone you’re going to want to burn yourself to the ground and disappear like the matches you’ve been throwing

5. Read a lot of books to keep yourself busy. Fall into the words instead of falling into him. But jesus christ stop picturing him as the boy in your novel. You can’t let him seep into everything, it’ll kill you.

6. When you go to the beach and the water mixed in with the grey sky reminds you of the way his eyes looked when he was falling asleep next to you, try not to drown yourself.

7. Kiss the next boy who tells you that you look like death, go to bed with the one who tells you you taste like sunshine. It’s okay to fall in love every weekend. It’s okay to forget the way he made you feel. Not everyone will hurt you. Not everyone will leave.

8. Don’t start smoking to wash him away. Filling your body with smoke won’t make you any less empty. Your throat will burn all the time. Not just when you’re thinking about him.

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How to forget him  (via extrasad)

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trenchcoatinimpala:

things you don’t point out about people:

  • acne
  • cuts
  • Scars
  • body hair in places you’re not used to it being???
  • fat rolls/curves
  • how much/how little they’re eating
  • how skinny they are/what bones they can see because of how skinny they are
  • How fat they are.
  • If they have crooked or misaligned teeth maybe even yellowed
  • If they sweat a lot

don’t do it

don’t

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I bet it hurts to read permanence. I used to think on all of this and how you don’t. Damn it’s hard to find sustenance when all I had was love for this and now you don’t. Now I just abuse substances to drown out your accomplishments, however few. 

All of this frustrates me bad cause I can’t stay mad at you or change anything that I had. She told me don’t think like that, it’s really not that bad. I hope this makes you sad. I hope this makes you sad.

If it’s something serious then hit me up but until then the door is shut, forget my room. And if I had a match for every lie and every attempt to deny, I’d strike a few. I am the walls, the silent halls. My jacket at your sister’s wedding, navy blue. 

All of this frustrates me bad cause I can’t stay mad at you or change anything that I had. She told me don’t think like that, it’s really not that bad. I hope this makes you sad. I hope this makes you sad.

The Story So Far // Navy Blue

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