I would never in my life admit that I miss you.
Even if it means calling you in the middle of the night, all sad and with my voice cracking while you’re asking “what’s wrong” and I tell you “nothing, I don’t even know why I called, I’m just tired” although it tears me apart not to hear your voice for a night or not to have you lying next to me after not seeing each other for a while, leaving me only with my constant fear of you loving me a little less one day than you used to do. But I would rather cry myself to sleep at night, than to tell you that I miss you. Because if you missed me too, we wouldn’t be sleeping in different beds right now.

(via missvodka)
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If you’re a teen you must follow this blog.
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wteverrr:

triple-six-kicks:

"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

Ouch
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