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[1] I woke up early and drove out to your grave this morning.

[2] The gate was locked but the groundskeeper let me in. He knew something was wrong and I needed to see you.

[3] I’ve been sitting here talking to you since the sun woke up and decided to kiss the sky.

[4] I keep talking to your headstone but you won’t reply.

[5] I’m still sitting here hoping maybe you’ll wake up and bang on your coffin screaming that it was a mistake and that they buried you alive but you’ve been there, in the ground, for ten months now.

[6] I tried texting you but it’s someone else’s number now.

[7] He is bringing me a coat and some coffee, I’ve made friends with the groundskeeper. I think you’d like him.

[8] Your dad called last night, we had coffee and laughed at your baby pictures, but I wished it was your boisterous laugh filling up the room instead.

[9] I’m sorry I forgot your favorite flowers today but I hope this conversation will make up for it.

[10] I miss you so much.

10 things I wish I could tell you (via answersunknown)

1. I poured every drop of alcohol I could find in my dad’s liquor cabinet down my throat and stumbled into traffic, thinking I was completely untouchable. My uncle picked me up from the emergency room at 2 A.M. on a Wednesday and didn’t say a single word to me.

2. I let yet another boy undress me in my basement. The whiskey on his breath made my blood run cold and the cigarettes he handed me made my head throb, but I smoked them anyway and believed him when he said he loved me more than he loved LSD.

3. I fell in love with a girl who believed that running from her problems would eventually solve them all. She was all tattoos and red lips and leaving home at 16. She told me she once saw God and that he was an alcoholic, just like her father. She left me in the middle of the night one December. I guess I became something that need to be solved.

4. I stopped talking to the boy who loved me even more than you loved James Bond movies because he found my stash of Oxycodone and dumped it all down the garbage disposal, saying he couldn’t watch me destroy himself the same way his sister had.

5. I let some greasy-haired man talk me into shooting a homemade “movie” in his garage. I didn’t really need the money, but holy fuck I needed to think about something other than the way you bit your lip and tapped your foot when you got anxious. A stranger’s hands around my throat were better distractions than writing about you, again.

6. I learned the hard way how painful dying can be when it’s happening to you so slowly, so I tried to speed up the process by crashing my car into the tree we had our first kiss under. My fucking emergency brakes didn’t care that you hadn’t called in 239 days, neither did the doctors that kept me on suicide watch for a week.

6 ways I disappointed my mother after you broke my heart.  (via kindofalone)

(via answersunknown)

Honestly, this is better than a good morning text. It’s 4am and you’re thinking about me.

I’m never not reblogging this because this means so much more than any other post I’ve seen and ugh.

(Source: reservedmouth, via perfect)