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Fucking hate when people who aren’t you contact me.

teacupanatomy:

Because there’s that one moment between me seeing a new text and me finding out you didn’t send it that I feel so pathetically hopeful.

Or, there’s the other alternative. It is from you. I’m elated. I read it. I hold onto every word. But it’s never, you know..it’s never what I really, really want to hear. It’s bittersweet.