blondeboulevard:

it’s hardest when someone starts distancing themselves and there is nothing you can do to stop it

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If it’s meant to be, it will be.

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floralls:

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I desire you over and over
And it never stops
And when I really get going
I really get going.

—Dorothea Lasky, from Rome: Poems
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My grandmother likes to tell me that some kinds of tired are temporary; all you have to do is lie down, close your eyes, and your head will be clear again. But other kinds of tired are permanent; a kind of thing that settles like dust, like iron inside you and makes your bones ache. You like to call me at one in the morning, and I can’t stop myself from answering. It’s always the same conversation, filled with thick-tongued slurs and oil-slick whispers. We are both exhausted, never failing to find our way to back to bed. Heavy lids, lead limbs, whiskey kisses, and I swear this feels like a dream I’ve had before. I wake up alone to cold sheets, still grasping at the hazy edges of sleep. My grandmother is right; some kinds of tired are permanent, but at least this ache in my bones reminds me of you.

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