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in the cat and mouse game i usually have my cards on the snake.

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martinscorsese: claasnonsense

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day doesn’t go by that i don’t miss you. i’ve re read every comic book you gave me since you left us. it’s such a massive pile and it just reminds me of the night you pulled them all out of your closet and told me they were mine. you never minded if i showed up at four in the morning when i couldn’t sleep so we could cry about how awful life could be and how crazy we both felt in the middle of so many normal people. no one else will watch sad movies with me or sing the smiths so loud we wake up the neighbors. there was the night you and taylor booty danced on the bar at t.c.’s, don’t tell her but she had nothing on you. remember the party where i fell asleep in the car and taylor got in some fight with a mccalla bitch, they chased yall to the car and i woke up to you singing creed with arms wide open at them at the top of your lungs. i was late to the show now i have a machine gun played with pygmy lush and when i walked in it was your last song and you were screaming you are my sunshine you are my sunshine you are my sunshine with your shirt off, of course. it still echoes. or the snow day when jacob and you and me started drinking at ten and drove your truck through the winter wonderland that felt like another planet. the jetta ate your cranberries tape, i never had the heart to tell you. the first night i met you we mostly talked about daisy and gatsby and how in love we were with both of them. the last time i saw you we watched the wild and wonderful whites and drank a fifth of cheap vodka. you kissed me and apologized, i woke up at six in the morning next to you on that tiny couch and went back home. i wish you hadn’t apologized and i wish i hadn’t left. when i went back to tuscaloosa you could see your yellow house from mcfarland, the rest of the street was flattened, not even the tornado could touch you.

day doesn’t go by that i don’t miss you. i’ve re read every comic book you gave me since you left us. it’s such a massive pile and it just reminds me of the night you pulled them all out of your closet and told me they were mine. you never minded if i showed up at four in the morning when i couldn’t sleep so we could cry about how awful life could be and how crazy we both felt in the middle of so many normal people. no one else will watch sad movies with me or sing the smiths so loud we wake up the neighbors. there was the night you and taylor booty danced on the bar at t.c.’s, don’t tell her but she had nothing on you. remember the party where i fell asleep in the car and taylor got in some fight with a mccalla bitch, they chased yall to the car and i woke up to you singing creed with arms wide open at them at the top of your lungs. i was late to the show now i have a machine gun played with pygmy lush and when i walked in it was your last song and you were screaming you are my sunshine you are my sunshine you are my sunshine with your shirt off, of course. it still echoes. or the snow day when jacob and you and me started drinking at ten and drove your truck through the winter wonderland that felt like another planet. the jetta ate your cranberries tape, i never had the heart to tell you. the first night i met you we mostly talked about daisy and gatsby and how in love we were with both of them. the last time i saw you we watched the wild and wonderful whites and drank a fifth of cheap vodka. you kissed me and apologized, i woke up at six in the morning next to you on that tiny couch and went back home. i wish you hadn’t apologized and i wish i hadn’t left. when i went back to tuscaloosa you could see your yellow house from mcfarland, the rest of the street was flattened, not even the tornado could touch you.
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unsolvedmysteries: (by léluna)

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EXTREMELY LOUD AND INCREDIBLY CLOSE.

EXTREMELY LOUD AND INCREDIBLY CLOSE.

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tree de life

tree de life
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