You know how when you’re in a car and it’s pouring down rain, you go under a bridge and everything stops. Everything goes silent and it’s almost peaceful. Then you finally get from under the bridge, and everything hits you a litter harder than before.
You were my bridge.
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If a guy ever spreads a rumor that he slept with you, don’t deny it. One, because there will always be people who think it’s true, and two, because that dumbass boy just handed you the power to say anything you want about what he’s like in bed, and people will believe it. Say he bleats like a sheep when he orgasms. Say he put on pearl earrings and asked you to call him Daisy. Say he couldn’t get it up until he watched an old Billy Mays infomercial. The power is yours.
This is my new favorite post
the loneliest people are the kindest. the saddest people smile the brightest. the most damaged people are the wisest. all because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.
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If you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work.
