"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."

Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)

Oh wow

(via purplexity)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via wheresmae)

m-attyhealy:

step into your skin? I’d rather jump in your bones

m-attyhealy:

step into your skin? I’d rather jump in your bones

(via irrelevant--relevance)

"I am a very private person, yet I am an open book.
If you don’t ask…I won’t tell."

— (via haileymr)

(Source: iamboundtowin, via daydreaaams)

the-streetstyle:

Fall five.via jaglever

the-streetstyle:

Fall five.
via jaglever

(via daydreaaams)

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