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I know i fucked up, but i never though you’d throw it all away…

little-things-count-the-most:

toujiii:

Forehead: Friendship
Closed Eyelids: Thankfulness
Tip of nose: Good luck
Cheek: Happy to see you
Lips: Love
Earlobe/Neck: “I want you” , Lust, Desire
Top of hand: Respect, loyalty
Computer screen: I love you but I can’t ever have you (because you’re not real) 

that last one though

(via c0rrupted-teen)

I’m a guy yeah, but that doesn’t mean i don’t care, that i have no emotions. It tortures me at night knowing that i made you leave. In a sense i got what i was asking for but at the time i wanted to hold you near. Nine long torturous nights of little sleep and constant thought and all i want is for you to take me bck.