"   ‎’Slut’ is attacking women for their right to say yes. ‘Friend Zone’ is attacking women for their right to say no.   "
And “bitch” is attacking women for their right to call you on it (via elovers)

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"   How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?   "
Fiona Apple- Left Alone (via the-hippieblogs)

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thatwriterchickyouknow:

If we’re dating and you let me read one of my favorite books out loud to you while I lay my head in your lap and you stroke my hair then that’s as good as a marriage license to me.

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All I really want is a bottle of vodka

24/7 

Three years

When I was 15

We’d meet at the Entrance of the J train,

Both of us high school students. 

You gave me your grey beanie 

I wore it everyday.

You’d run about 15 blocks

to meet me

and at times I was stubborn, and actually

tried to be a good student 

I’d leave you

Rarely though,

Considering that I enjoyed your presence.

And I think it was just that.

I enjoyed your presence.

I liked that I had someone to ride the train with

someone to listen to my iPod with

someone to lean my head on 

someone. 

Days and months rolled by 

still enjoying your shadow that accompanied mine.

You’d wait for me now after school too,

even though you could never predict what time I would leave

And I was pleased to see you wait

upset if you weren’t there.

I think I wronged myself more than I wronged you

Because I remember that night before I went on that plane

to florida

Looking at you at around sunset, 

laying on my bed

I think I could wake up to you every single day

for the rest of my life

I want to love you every

single

day

Little did I know.

You were sure to go.

At that moment I realized what love was, and I ran so fast

I ran to another state. And I ran from your hands, I ran from your hours waiting, I ran from your lips, I ran from what haunted me, your shadow.

And when I got back, 

You no longer waited.

This was three years ago,

I wait for you, in front of the entrance to the J train.

I wait for you, although none of us are high school students anymore.

I sit by the handball court, and hope that you’d stop by

Although we are just friends now

I’ll wait hours, days, weeks, months,

years

Because I just

I want to wake up next to you every morning

You’ll never have to wait again

I’ve been waiting 3 years

And I’ll wait for the rest of my life.

Now its just this

I need your presence 

fuckedupdopedeal:

SIKE!!!!!!!!!!!

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"   What I’ve Learned:
1. A girl can lose feelings for you over night.
2. A kiss can be just that, a kiss. Completely meaningless.
3. Love can be one sided but I still wonder if that is love at all
4. Never beg for someone to stay or to love you. You shouldn’t have to beg for someone to be a part of your life or to love you. You deserve better than that.
5. Stop breaking your ribs to make space for those who do not belong there.
6. Learning to breathe again is harder than the doctors said it would be.
7. I don’t know what hurts more at night; being alone or being in love.
8. Laying with someone in bed at night is temporary. It won’t get rid of the lonely. You will still wake up and leave in the morning with a heavy heart and no hand to hold.
9. Sometimes the sky rains gasoline instead of water and you have to be strong enough and ignore the urge to set yourself on fire.
10. I will be okay someday. Bad things happen for no reason sometimes and things end but that shouldn’t mean you should come to an end too. The ocean will always have waves; I just have to learn to swim through them for a bit longer.
11. The stretch marks I left on my mother from birth will not be another suicide letter I never finished.   "
Oliver Nolau (via oliverwr)

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myrandomplaylist:

The BeatlesBlackbird

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

(via beatlesneveroutofstyle)

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