I'm sick of empty words
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Greg Girard
People wait
all week for friday,
all year for summer,
all life for happiness.
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I think I live in a fairy tale. 

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Corner of 7th Av and 59th St, New York. (Hurricane Sandy)by Robert Painter

Andrew Mangum 
I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.
written by Clementine von Radics (via ughpoems)

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Missing you comes in waves.

Tonight I’m drowning.

written by Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via hnnhtylr)

(via roboroxana)