1. I don’t like Swiss, it’s full of holes and lost in the middle of it all, I want to be more like Brie, all protected on the inside. We were the lactose intolerant wine-o’s but the pairing with Merlot was too Gouda to pass up. 

    It would all be easier to just rocket into a dwarf star and become engulfed in its nova, that way when you look up there would be that chance of you seeing a piece of me.

    I would prefer if you were a recipe in a pop-out book, I would know exactly how to complete you, adding the ingredients in just the right amount and in just the right order. 

    I bet I was to you the last ounce of fluid at the bottom of every drink you sank. I am warm, less bubbly than the rest and slightly watered down. You probably held on to me because you knew you were too drunk to keep drinking but you wanted to occupy your hand and never let it empty.

    You were more to me like a cigarette; I filled my lungs with you taking comfort in knowing that you would be there at least 19 more times no matter how much I burned you. I didn’t care that I was giving myself cancer because it made me feel cool and everyone around me was doing it.

    I know we were spiders caught in our own web but that doesn’t seem so dangerous. Perhaps we weren’t spiders at all.

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  2. If only they knew..

    If only they knew..

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  4. A successful suicide may be a failed soul but I would be beautiful with my brains scattered across the floor.

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  6. If I had a drink for every fuck I gave about you, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death.
    – Anonymous (via peace-is-rad)

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  7. Why you ask, do I loathe falling asleep? Because I fear that I will wake up; and it will be another day.

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  9. She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
    – Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid  (via rabbitinthemoon)

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