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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

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Some things are better left unsaid. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

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"When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog."
– A Somali student, on what has surprised her most about the United States.  (via 33113)

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"I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore."
Caitlyn Siehl, from This is Not a Love Poem (via ranjhana)

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"Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."
– John Green, Looking for Alaska (via hqlines)

 

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