"here is a map with your name for a capital. here is an arrow to prove a point - here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. here are the illuminated cities at the center of me."
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there’s a boy in my head and despite my best efforts, he won’t get out. funny how a small number of days can turn a stranger into someone you can care about. and how one conversation can send you both tumbling back into being strangers again. isn’t there a tumblr post about these kinds of things? what’s funny still is how a fall out always has two sides. so then, which one are you supposed to believe? two versions of the same story tainted with two different emotions. this is our fall out, pretty boy, the only thing i could call ‘ours’. 

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there’s a boy in my head and right now he’s asking himself why no one ever stays. and i’m shaking my head because don’t you remember how you left me when i wanted to stay? don’t you remember me being there for you? yeah. hurts when you’re the one getting your heart smashed to pieces, doesn’t it? i’ve been there. and i know it’s been a while and believe me when i say i don’t want to be bitter about everything but kid, tonight i’m tasting nothing but four words: i could have stayed. (i would have stayed.)