“Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.”— Anne Sexton
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“You’re not in love with me, not really, you just love the way I always made you feel. Like you were the centre of my world. Because you were. I would have done anything for you.”— Abby McDonald, Getting Over Garrett Delaney
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no offense to me or anything but what the fuck am i actually doing
“Sometimes I sit back and think about how I wish you loved me.”— (via coral)
