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sometimes your words just echo in my mind for hours and hours and hours.

in another universe, do you think we would’ve been happy together?

Men that lick their fingers after they've been inside you, go to heaven.

We can stay in no contact, act like we never existed, and pretend none of it mattered. But deep down we both know it was never supposed to end like this.

And then one day I woke up and realized I’m not sad about losing you anymore. Because I’m gonna make somebody so happy one day. Because my heart is full of love. Love that you never appreciated. Love that you never cared to reciprocate. And that’s OK because when you hurt me, you created space for someone else to appreciate it.

My poor heart. How do I tell it you’re not coming back?

The only karma that I wish for people that did me wrong is to let them meet theirselves in someone else.

there’s a special kind of sadness that hits when a new year is coming and you realize you’re walking into it without the person who was once your whole world. all those years, all that love and now they won’t be standing beside you in this next chapter. it’s like the calendar is moving forward, but your heart is still holding on to the days when they were here.

I bled to make them happy, they ask why the shirt is stained.

But my heart is now just an abandoned house consisting of the ghosts of people I once loved.

my personality is just whatever survived this year