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I’m running out of time and yet all I want to do now is to sleep. I am running out of time.
(via littlemanhattan)
I thought you, of all people, would understand. Boy, was I wrong.
So. Damn. Wrong.
Uma Thurman (via pushthemovement)
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(Source: highsspeed, via flluxx)
Father talked about you today with so much warmth. Like of a son who went abroad to study. I smiled. Then he said:”Are you guys still talking to each other? Ahhh. I’m certain you guys are.”
“Ya sure.” We are not.
I am almost afraid to talk to you. It’s almost as though I am avoiding you. I don’t even know why.
I want to be on your side. But I am weak. I am sorry for being weak. I want to be on your side. But I can’t go against those against you. For I am nothing but weak.
Please forgive me. With every fall you rise higher. Always. I know the current going against you is strong this time and I know you feel as though you’re alone in this. I wish I could do more. I wish I could say I’ve got your back. Forgive me. Forgive me for being weak.
If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to watch you speak. Half of our conversations revolved around your constant efforts to try and convince me what you just said was funny, I didnt think so but I laughed anyway.
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