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Love her most in the morning. When her dreams are still clinging to her eyelids, when for that split second she might doubt herself, when there’s a chance she feels that today isn’t gonna be so great, remind her that it is. Remind her that it always will be.
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The Tinwife

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"In a futuristic alternate 1950s, a human woman is imprisoned with a group of defective android housewives awaiting execution. "

This is my boyfriends Facebook Page for his short film called The Tinwife! Check out his page, kickstarter campaign AND his newspaper article! I’m very excited for, and proud of him, he’s worked very hard. It would mean the world to me if you could share this, or at least check out his page! :) thanks everyone!

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When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
Smile
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Do not.
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next.
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via bl-ossomed)

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Aug 14, 2014
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Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.
"Drunk Texts are Flattering" by Claire Luisa - claire-luisa (via perfect)

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