It’s said it takes seven years to grow completely new skin cells. To think, this year I will grow into a body you never will have touched.

Brett E. Jenkins (via vacants)

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Please don’t say sorry
for the way you made me feel.
It was worth the pain.

jl, Haiku Without Regret (via perfect)

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My heart itself is already in tangles. A web of nonsense
and a drawerful of necklace chains that I will never
have the patience to separate. I am sounds mixed with
different mediums of light. Six thousand eight hundred
dialects of flesh that I don’t have enough time to
translate into words. This dictionary of skin is unreadable and
Latin is dead because of what we never had the balls to
tell each other.

Shinji Moon, I Don’t Want To Be Loved. I Just Want To Be Untangled (via perfect)

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That’s what really scares me.

Falling in love is easy. Having sex is easier. But bumping into someone that can spark your soul - that shit is rare.

You could fuck four, five, all the people in a god damned room and you’d only feel a connection with one. Or none at all.

And what sucks is despite the undeniable real magnetic pull between the two of you, more often than not, you don’t end up together.

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with.

I’m scared it’ll be just you.

Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Connection   (via fabulousbitch69)

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