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kaitrokowski:

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

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like the time we sat on our wood floor
and untangled christmas lights from a box labeled “easter”
I thought I loved you
when you said you shake your drink because you
think the vitamins settle at the bottom
and I laughed when you said
you think dead flowers need sunlight.

when I woke up this morning I missed you.
I moved the dead flowers out of my window box and into the sun
and while drinking coffee on a hill of tangled christmas lights
I thought to myself,
“this. this could be enough."
By these memories are enough/d.a.h  (via whisperingbones)

(via farewell-goodnight)

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I taste her and realize I have been starving.

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By (via lucy-daughter0fthedevil)

(via waterforchocolate)

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