I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

— All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via nationalpopleagues)

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officialfrenchtoast:

when you’re walking and you remember that your life is a huge mess

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dripping-adorableness:

This will forever be relevant.

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