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yeah sex is cool, but your hockey team ever get two goals in sixteen seconds?

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“I want to be soft and what is softer than the sky before it breaks?”

— Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from “When I transition will I lose my taste for the storm?” published in Pittsburgh Poetry Review

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Penguins win 6-5 OT

TWO GOALS BY JAMIE

TWO GOALS BY HORNY

TWO GOALS BY SID

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i think dogs have elevator music playing in their heads at all times

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The Unwinding Cable Car by @anberlin (i miss you all) #lettering #art #lyrics #anberlin

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Wow hello

Haven’t been on tumblr in probably 5+ years. I’m back ♥️

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well then WHAT is the point

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No medicine can cure my heartache.. except you.

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♡Innocence lost♡

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tumblr on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/s/YC71f09P

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Don’t worry when I argue with you. Worry when I stop cause that just means there’s nothing left worth fighting for

(via quotes117)

amen.

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he never wrote me poems. we would fuck in his car or on his bed where others girls had been or in the shower or while i was crying. we saw each other naked so often i have the image painted on the back of my eyelids. he ripped my underwear off. i was always vulnerable. i woke him up with kisses, he woke me up with hickies. for a long time, i thought they were the same thing.

i asked him once while we both got high why it was that i could write novels about him until the words got tired of being anagrams of his name - but at the same time he would never reciprocate. he blew a smoke ring and broke it with his finger. “dunno,” he said. we would fuck again later.

i found him once sitting on my floor staring at a picture from when i was young. “god,” he said, “i really fucked you up.”

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It’s a dangerous thing, making someone else you’re happiness. The problem is that it’s such an easy thing to do. When you’ve been sad for so long, it’s so easy to base your happiness on someone else. It’s easy to let them hold you and kiss you and take away all the pain but when they leave, oh when they leave, they’ll take away all the happiness and things will never be the same.

Midnight thoughts (Some people are a drug)

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