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disallows:

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disallows:

changed to personal, check out my blog! :)

rhustik:

San Francisco California: Twin Peaks

rhustik:

San Francisco California: Twin Peaks

rhustik:

TOMBSTONES
I went to the meadow where we first made love and now it looks like a graveyard Covered in the monuments of our soon to be forgotten memories Looking out I see the trees have the marks we left on each other embedded on their skin  While looking at ours gives you that feeling of being in a home that was once yours but now is no longer
As I walked through a life we shared  I stumbled upon the fallen branches of a lost forest  But when I stepped down It felt more like I was shattering bones beneath my feet rather than wood
When I descended farther  I found myself picking flowers Bringing me back to the times when I was a child  Plucking the petals off of roses in the garden  Mumbling the words, He loves me He loves me not And now years later I do the same
The petals fall to my feet and my fingers are stained  I unhinged the last  And the words “he loves me” slip through my lips
I realized he might have loved me  But he didn’t love us
7:30.14

rhustik:

TOMBSTONES

I went to the meadow where we first made love and now it looks like a graveyard
Covered in the monuments of our soon to be forgotten memories

Looking out I see the trees have the marks we left on each other embedded on their skin
While looking at ours gives you that feeling of being in a home that was once yours but now is no longer

As I walked through a life we shared
I stumbled upon the fallen branches of a lost forest
But when I stepped down
It felt more like I was shattering bones beneath my feet rather than wood

When I descended farther
I found myself picking flowers
Bringing me back to the times when I was a child
Plucking the petals off of roses in the garden
Mumbling the words,
He loves me
He loves me not
And now years later I do the same

The petals fall to my feet and my fingers are stained
I unhinged the last
And the words “he loves me” slip through my lips

I realized he might have loved me
But he didn’t love us

7:30.14

waytoobasic:

fragiles:

i’m glad you exist

I’m so in love with this.

ohshetniggahitsme:

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inedible-you:

I really don’t care what kind of blogs you have, This deserves a reblog

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Reblog! ♥♥♥