Italian Queen
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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

—Some things are better left unsaid (via dearalexandra)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via l-ush)


Short video of the first episode of Supernatural Season 10!!

you know that feeling when you really like someone and really want to get know them and stuff. Then they are just like ” hey, I really don’t care about you / if you want to get know me. I really don’t, and you know why? Just because I fucking hate people ” and then you get that feeling like you are nothing. It fucking sucks.

Because I really liked you. For you. And you’re being an asshole, just like that. So I don’t know ? Fuck you, I guess ?