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i never really liked

my name 

much

until i found out 

what it tastes like 

when you sigh it 

into my

mouth

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I’m not drunk yet, but we haven’t
spoken in months now
and I wanted to tell you that
someone threw a bouquet of roses
in the trash bin on the corner of my
street, and I wanted to cry
because, because
well,
you know exactly why.
And, I guess I’m calling because
only you understand
how that would break my heart.
Shinji Moon, If I Left You A Voicemail, This Would Be It (via torturegardens)

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