intrude:
The only reason I’m staying in school is so I can provide for my future dog.
"you pick up the telephone
and the sound of your voice
cracking the first time
you begged someone to stay
plays through the receiver
and you realize that it
didn’t feel like poetry
it felt like you were drowning
three feet from the shoreline"
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I’m so fucking sorry, I am made of bruises and broken promises, I can change, I swear — The Whiskey Writer (via
the-whiskey-writer)