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by  Ben-Fohrer on flickr
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puppyluver43:

I don’t like morning people or mornings or people

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nevver:

Gone
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"

Today I called a depression hotline
Because I was awake before the sun and
Nobody else was.
A woman on the other end answered.
Just before I opened my mouth
I thought about if anyone ever thought to
Ask them if they were alright.
So I did.
Over the phone I could almost hear her smile as she said
“I’m doing just fine.”

I’ve been conditioned to hold my breath
When I walk by cemeteries or
When ambulances pass by.
Sometimes it is not always beauty that robs your lungs.

In the 5th grade I accidentally broke a boy’s finger.
I feel guilty about it still.

I’ve been single for almost a decade.
When I was telling my friend about
Another botched attempt at getting close with a girl she said
“You’re too soft for a man. You’re too nice.
Girls want to hug boys like you, not kiss them.”

I can’t help that my arms tremble when I hold someone,
I don’t want to break something so precious.
I can’t help that I cry more out of love than I do sadness.

I am not a shell, I am not steel.
My skin is dark but it is not rough.
My body writes checks out to any homeless heart.
My lips bruise trying to talk people into sleep.
I am soft, I am tender.

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“You’re Too Soft For A Man.” ” - Nishat Ahmed

(via sickwithsyllables)

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compliment:

do you ever just want to listen to the same song for a week or maybe two

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