I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t. WHAT DID HE SAY I WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT HE FUCKIN SAID. What if it was a question? Like, “are you drunk?” or “Do you really mean that?” OR SOMETHING THAT I HAD TO ANSWER. OR WHAT IF HE SAID THAT IT WAS UTTER BULLSHIT LIKE I DID TO HIM. OH MY GOD. But then there’s the option that he never said anything, or said “I don’t. Sorry” like it could be anything at this point but I’m guessing more towards the negative side because he would have been all. Buddy buddy if the feeling was reciprocated. I pull shit like that and wonder why I haven’t moved on yet. HA


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Colorful Stairs, Tehran, Iran

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*concerned white parent voice* sweetie don’t write on yourself you can get ink poisoning

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The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.

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Damn this hit hard

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No matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in your bedroom, in a car, or in a party full of your closest friends when it feels like the walls are caving in. Dan Campbell (via owkwerd)

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