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breakinq:

following back tons
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Supernatural at 1 am. OK.
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Iconic
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I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything.

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you want to be my 900th like

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There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.

All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via blackbruise)

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