shadycaitie

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i’m that friend that has to walk behind the group when the path isn’t big enough. i’m that friend that gets cut off in the conversation. i’m that friend that gets left behind when i asked for them to wait for me. i’m that friend that doesn’t get invited to hang out alot. i’m that friend that if i want to go to the mall or some place with a friend i have to be the one to invite people to make sure i get included. i’ll always be that friend.

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Maybe I had loved you all along. Or maybe, somewhere along the way, I fell in love with you. Maybe it was in high school when our eyes first met in music class. Maybe it was when we became close and you whispered in my ear and told me that I was the nicest girl you’d ever met. Maybe it was when the first boy that ever loved me broke my heart and you were there to pick up the pieces. Maybe it was when you said you’d do anything for me because I was your best friend. Maybe it was when you shared your first secret with me. Maybe it was when I locked myself in the bathroom to hide from the world and you stayed with me until I was ready to come out. Maybe it was when I was ready to let myself love again. Maybe it was that time you asked me to dance with you and I saw the way you looked at me. Maybe it was in college, when all we wanted was the best for each other. Maybe it was when our lips first touched. Maybe that’s when I knew. Maybe it was that night I got so drunk and I couldn’t stop crying and you tucked me into bed and promised you’d always take care of me. Maybe it was sometime during those countless phone calls and long road trips where we would just talk about anything and everything. Maybe it was all those sweet things that we told each other that was only for us to hear. Maybe it was at 3 am when the words, ‘I love you’ came out of your mouth.
Or maybe, it was when you left.
Maybe // by c-oquetry (via c-oquetry)
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thehamsteroflife:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

di-stressing:

it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.

"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."

do you realize what this is saying?you are part of a big story.if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing.this is great.

thehamsteroflife:

h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

di-stressing:

it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone.

It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.

"Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times."

do you realize what this is saying?
you are part of a big story.
if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing.
this is great.