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"I won’t beg someone to love me. I learned long ago that there is no use in hopeless pleas of trying to make someone stay. I am too good to chase someone who does not know my worth and I am too wild to keep waiting for someone who doesn’t acknowledge my value. I want to be loved unconditionally. I shouldn’t have to fight so hard for it. I do not have the time to prove to someone that I am worth it. I shouldn’t have to prove any of that; I am worth more than that."

- This means everything (via band-of-thieves)

(Source: mingdliu)

All I ever do is write about you.

and all you fucking are is dead .


The weirdest thing is that people talk about “coming out” as if it’s this big momentous thing that only happens once while in actual fact it’s something that you do almost every single day every time you talk to a new person every time you’re in a new situation you’re constantly weighing your options, the ability to be your true self vs the advantages of being a false self and honestly it’s so fucking exhausting


So much love today, thanks!



First Aid Kit
When I Grow Up


Dry Flowers

Don’t write about flowers.
Don’t write about flowers.

Oh, my heart is dry.
Recovering alcoholics are also dry.
So when you came along and handed me a beer with a grin, something got wet.  A thirst was reopened and I was on my knees following you around like a lost puppy, begging you to shower me in your….

cum? sweat? love? blood? booze?

Maybe all of the above.
But when you redirected your attention somewhere else, I cried dry tears.  For I knew the tap had been switched off and that the oasis in the desert had truly been a mirage.  I found you 30 seconds ago, but I have already mourned your fake existence.

I am dry once more.