" You messaged me out of the blue.
I wasn’t looking for anyone,
In fact I was too busy running from someone else,
But I slowed down enough to reply
“Hey.”
You slowly became my good morning text,
My drunken phone call,
My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel,
And you were there,
Always.
When you visited, you fit into my house like a piece of furniture
That had always been there but I hadn’t noticed.
Your body left imprints in my mattress,
And I couldn’t stand to see them disappear when you travelled back to the other side of the country again,
So I asked you to move in after three months.
“You’ll regret it.”
“It’s too soon.”
We would giggle at the messages as we moved your teddies next to mine,
And slid your books on my shelves and your posters on my wall.
Now you are never away long enough for the dent in the pillow to vanish,
Because your head is there every evening,
Beside mine,
Kissing me goodnight.
And all it took was
“Hey.”
"
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Yes we met on tumblr, no she wasn’t a fifty year old man. (via queer-lust)

Several people I met on tumblr have changed my life.

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"

People get drunk
They hook up with the wrong person
And pretend to be okay
People act tough
And get mad


People will do anything to distract their heart.
They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.

"
by Distraction in its true form  (via weremadetoopretty)

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I’ll be better when I’m older