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" I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2 a.m., gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes. "
" Sometimes, I can feel my heart actually hurt, like my heart actually aches. That pain is worse then any physical pain I could ever endure. "
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canadianslut:

*listens to an acoustic performance*

ohhh so that’s what they’re saying

(via iteleport)

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" And then suddenly I become sad for no reason, and it takes me days to get over that feeling. "
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