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~ She was close, and she held me very tightly, till I asked awfully politely ‘Please, can I call you her name?’ ~
arcticmonkeystx:

My signed setlist from May 31, 2013
Special thanks to sheranaway-in-hersleep for catching it for me :)

crossbowsandwalkers:

bonapartist:

so i was looking up stuff about birth control throughout history and

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The fucking caption on the picture is the funniest part though

The villain still pursues her

(Source: georgemallory, via sundaychurchpanties)

"it’s like this:
say there’s a whole room of people and you’re somewhere in the middle of them all.
I walk in and I see you, but you don’t suddenly become the only person in the room. god no. you become the room. you are the room."

"I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

"

"You still love him," he says, half question, half demand.

"Of course I don’t." She replies.

But then part of her wonders whose arms she’d run into if she still had the choice.

"You still think of him," he whispers, when she’s turned off the lights and lies there trying not to give her thoughts away.

"Go to sleep," she says.

But when her eyes are closed and she drifts between consciousness, she swears it’s his voice she hears and his fingers tracing the rise and fall of her ribs.

"Do you miss him?" He asks.

"No." And it’s not a lie, not really.

But part of her still remembers how he made her smile and how she buried her 2am laughter into his chest. Part of her still questions the possibility of seeing him again, and she thinks, maybe just once, for old time’s sake.

“Would you go back?” He finally asks.

And she can’t help herself.

"Yes." She says, "yes."

"

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