dinkles-shenanigans:

the more I think about my past self the more I

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Iā€™m praying that your eyes are the first to go
the way they looked when you smiled
the way they opened and closed
and your nose, every single breath against my neck
and then your lips, every empty promise made and said
ā€• Tablo, ā€œEyes, Nose, Lipsā€ (via larmoyante)