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i don’t want to know who’s touched your skin since the last time i saw you
i don’t want to know who’s kissed your lips— after i kissed you goodbye forever ago
i don’t want to know who’s been in your bed, though i’ve already forgotten the comfort of your sheets
i don’t want to know who you used your gentle and persuasive words on, like you used to use on me
i don’t want to know
i don’t want to know
i couldn’t bear it the thought of you with someone else makes me feel like shards of glass flow through my veins // 12:36 am (via catastrophicmemoirs)
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And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight. Robert Frost, from “Stars” (via the-final-sentence)
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