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The Drinker's Guide to Unloving a Previous Lover →

writingsforwinter:

Sometimes at night, alone in the kitchen, I practice tracing my steps

to the wine cellar, only to turn around

as soon as I catch the slightest hint of vodka.

Alcoholics call this recovery.

I call it learning how to unlove.

Not a day goes by where I don’t set a match to the edge of my bed

— 16 hours ago with 784 notes

rumoko:

Hulk Hogan is an asset to America

(via josephjoestarfanclub)

— 1 week ago with 21226 notes
Hayden Carruth, “Swept”

poem-locker:

When we say I
miss you what
we mean is I’m
filled with

dread. At night
alone going
to bed is
like lying down

in a wave. Total
absence of light.
Swept away to
gone.

— 1 week ago with 120 notes

antlersinthefog:

where i lie, a gentle melancholy

pt. 3

(via anaisthemermaid)

— 1 week ago with 21151 notes

ironicfootjob:

I miss my closest friend
And now I cling to rocks and wind
It’s a precious thing we lost

(via sixdollarbill)

— 2 weeks ago with 15 notes

upallnightogetloki:

onlylolgifs:

You’ve Been Pouring Juice Wrong

I don’t cradle my juice and yet I still manage to not spill it because I don’t try and fucking trick shot it into the fucking glass from a bajillion feet up and away like who the fuck pours like that?

(via josephjoestarfanclub)

— 2 weeks ago with 52000 notes
pyramidrome:

Have you seen Liquid Sky? It is incredibly weird and excellent.

pyramidrome:

Have you seen Liquid Sky? It is incredibly weird and excellent.

— 2 weeks ago with 80 notes

cccilla:

Stun Nuts #7 by C. Cilla

— 2 weeks ago with 21 notes

desideratvm:

Nothing - Guilty Of Everything

Chasing Sundays

Round and Round

Blind steps off of Moons

And Stars are pleading

Will you catch us falling down?

Rejoice Rejection

Without a sound

Camouflage on open wounds

Dissecting sympathies

Curtains down come take a bow

And Gods Solutions

Are never found

In Divinity there’s ecstasy

Make Love in echos

Cling To the Souls exhausted clean

Ill wait for you

To go away

Again

I will push

You far away

I’ve given up

But you shoot anyway

I’m guilty of

Everything

My hands are up

I’m on my knees

I don’t have a gun

You can search me please

I’ve given up

But you shoot anyway

I’m guilty of

Everything

— 3 weeks ago with 210 notes