hungarian:

do moms diss each other with “ur son” jokes

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May 20th, 2013 - 5,772 notes

orage:

There is an ink stain
on my white bedsheet
left by a pen I’d used to scribble you a note
sometime after midnight
when the dreams and suffering
built to a scream that wouldn’t come
and I could wash it a hundred times
or cut it out
but it’ll never be the same again
nothing will ever be the same again.

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May 20th, 2013 - 163 notes
there’s something charming, sometimes, about a bed that sits on the floor. i don’t know why, and i certainly don’t think that it’s inherently telling. but it often gives the impression that maybe a person doesn’t have their shit completely together. i like that. 
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