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Sleeping with razor blades🔪


i just really hope all of you find someone who is really cool that you can love and have sex with and all that shit but you can also talk politics and about evolution. someone you don’t cling to at parties but you nonchalantly grab their ass when you walk by them in the crowd and someone you reach for at 2am in between dreams to cuddle.

(via sleeping-always)


So I guess it will be the night when you bring the worst out in me again. Here we go.

Fall fast and fall hard and pretend it doesn’t hurt when you hit the bottom.

When you sit there and your like. “What the fuck is wrong with me”


I want you to slowly push into me
Slowly push out of me
Letting me go
Wrapping your arms away
Around yourself
Because it’s the only way
To understand the sensation you ever want
Is to be loved by your self
Because you don’t push
You don’t pry
All your words end in goodbye
It’s forever forgoten
We are forever lost
My soul wonders in the empty space between us
Forever crying
So much dying
It’s broken
It’s done.