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diffusings:

The carpet is of dusty rose,

musty and swooning,

my breathing slows.

In my dreams

their lips are cold.

And I wake shrieking,

my heart unfolds.

I reach for a hand 

this is not there,

I get up, stand, look in the mirror;

my blank reflection stares.

For I am living,

breathing,

alive.

And they are

choking

on their alibis. 

silverslices:

Everyone’s got a gay cousin.

If you don’t have a gay cousin, there’s a chance you might BE the gay cousin.

(via come-look-inside-my-head)

llama-juice:

anfagonist:

a girl’s boobs are so close together, i guess you could say they are breast friends

why does this not have notes

(via life-is-no-storybook)

reshiham:

I give your performance a 10…

on the pH scale because that shit was basic as hell

(via transcendent-happiness)