The lonely stoner.

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Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

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"When love finds you, it doesn’t come with crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears in a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky."

- Lang Leav (via lovequotesrus)

(via tragic-dancer)

"And I guess the whole idea of a soulmate just fucked me up so bad. He was the one for me, but I was not the one for him. I believe everyone has a soulmate, but that doesn’t mean that you are theirs. So if two people come to find that they are a perfect match, that they’re each other’s soulmate, then they are two of the luckiest people in the world. I really wish that was possible for me, but it’s not. Not without him."

- Thoughts when missing you (via sextingonline)

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ohmyprettydarling:

am I the only one that thinks “I love you.” & “I’m in love with you.” are two totally different things

"I love you" means your heart has made a connection with that person.

"I’m IN love with you" means your heart is invested in them.

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"The nicest people I’ve ever met were covered in tattoos and piercings and the most judgemental people I’ve ever met are the ones that go to church every Sunday."

- Unknown (via llavendeur)

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kittening:

i reblog this every time i see it just because it’s so frickin awesome like can we please destigmatize the whole idea of menstruation because it’s not gross it’s necessary to create life and blood is just blood!!!

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teenfuckingspirit:





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i swear i have reblogged this today like sooo many times, its so nice 

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

i love this

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