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i like to go by Kiks (Keeks)

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i enjoy beaches during storms, dr. pepper, music and being choked


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my (now ex) boyfriend left to college and I’m sad

fauxbacon:

cpassikoff:

This is the bed where we fell in love. (Some may say it was New York, but that was messy and made me sad for too long.) 
This is where we slept before we slept together. This is where we made music and art before we made love. This is where girls and guys could be just friends. This is where we ate fast food and watched horror movies (even though I hated that.)This is where we kissed when we shouldn’t have.This is where I held you at two AM, when you sobbed and begged me not to leave. This is where I sobbed, too, and told you I had to, but I wasn’t really going anywhere. This is where we talked until the sun came up.This is where I drew branches on your arm. This is where I ran to at 6 AM when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.This is where we tried to not let this happen. (That lasted a total of eight hours.)This is where I called “home” when home became an idea and not a place. This is where we took obnoxious pictures and sent them to everyone in our phone contacts. (This is why everyone hates us, probably.) This is where I told you I was (20%) sure this wasn’t what it was before.This is where I was sad about her and you rolled over at me until I started crying because you don’t know how to be mad at me. This is where we stared into each other’s eyes for at least an hour and didn’t say a word. (It was the most comforting feeling I can recall.)This is where you told me you were (85%) in love with me. (You later told me it was 100%, but I started the percentages, I guess.)This is where we decided we were in love with each other. This is where you loved me for the first time.This is where you loved me a lot more times.This is where we started hi-fiving after because we’re best friends first. This is where you read me your favorite books. This is where we slept, with the sheet that didn’t always fit, then the fuzzy sheet, and sometimes no sheet at all. This is where I decided that I don’t care if “they saw this coming three years ago” because we didn’t see it coming three years ago and we don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation. This is where I think I really saw you for the first time.This is where I decided I never wanted to be without you.This is where you told me I never had to.This is where I fell in love with my best friend. 
This is not where we will continue to love. My bed in Philadelphia is now our bed in Philadelphia. We will fall asleep/wake up in a bed that is not this one, but I will continue to love you just as much. 
I promise. 

I’m fucking sobbing

fauxbacon:

cpassikoff:

This is the bed where we fell in love.
(Some may say it was New York, but that was messy and made me sad for too long.) 

This is where we slept before we slept together. 
This is where we made music and art before we made love. 
This is where girls and guys could be just friends. 
This is where we ate fast food and watched horror movies (even though I hated that.)
This is where we kissed when we shouldn’t have.
This is where I held you at two AM, when you sobbed and begged me not to leave. 
This is where I sobbed, too, and told you I had to, but I wasn’t really going anywhere. 
This is where we talked until the sun came up.
This is where I drew branches on your arm. 
This is where I ran to at 6 AM when I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
This is where we tried to not let this happen. (That lasted a total of eight hours.)
This is where I called “home” when home became an idea and not a place. 
This is where we took obnoxious pictures and sent them to everyone in our phone contacts. (This is why everyone hates us, probably.) 
This is where I told you I was (20%) sure this wasn’t what it was before.
This is where I was sad about her and you rolled over at me until I started crying because you don’t know how to be mad at me. 
This is where we stared into each other’s eyes for at least an hour and didn’t say a word. (It was the most comforting feeling I can recall.)
This is where you told me you were (85%) in love with me. (You later told me it was 100%, but I started the percentages, I guess.)
This is where we decided we were in love with each other. 
This is where you loved me for the first time.
This is where you loved me a lot more times.
This is where we started hi-fiving after because we’re best friends first. 
This is where you read me your favorite books. 
This is where we slept, with the sheet that didn’t always fit, then the fuzzy sheet, and sometimes no sheet at all. 
This is where I decided that I don’t care if “they saw this coming three years ago” because we didn’t see it coming three years ago and we don’t owe anyone a fucking explanation. 
This is where I think I really saw you for the first time.
This is where I decided I never wanted to be without you.
This is where you told me I never had to.
This is where I fell in love with my best friend. 

This is not where we will continue to love.
My bed in Philadelphia is now our bed in Philadelphia. 
We will fall asleep/wake up in a bed that is not this one, but I will continue to love you just as much. 

I promise. 

I’m fucking sobbing

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" I understand that you cannot accept me. I will learn how to accept that. But be warned-I am not some cheap love motel that you can walk in and out of. Do not remind me that you are a lost soul without me. Do not tell me that you are lonely just because your arms feel empty. Do not say that you miss me, then act like you don’t know me because your words do not fit your actions. Do not fucking dare try to tell me all these things because I am a burning building. Barely surviving. And I bleed your name each time you lower your head passing me by without speaking. Stop trying to drag me through fire only to be left out on the streets with a burnt body for others to stare at. Do not fucking dare to hold my hand or touch me. Because the next time you do so, I will pull away like an open lit candle beneath the palms of my hands. It will feel like I am unearthing trees from their roots and moving mountains from the earth. But read the signs. You know you only hold her half as tight because you know i’m still tangled within your heart and mind. If you still really cared about me, you would learn to let me go, keep me in your heart, and accept me. "

— make up your mind because it’s your move next | e.s.a (extant-words)

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blackdenimjeans:

I haven’t posted a selfie in a while but I still am very cute just to keep you updated

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the past couple of days have been hard and I lost my resolve for a night and I’ll never do what I did that night ever again.

tokyo-tea:

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus  alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

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asylum-art:

Paintings by Simon Birch

on Saatchi

Simon Birch is a British-born artist who makes paintings of naked women, both very colorful and very graphic giving a sense, almost abstract representation. The representation of movement is a key element of the artist’s works.

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