Not A Brothel

You know that briefly eternal period between last call and when the bar actually closes? When you don't want the night to end, you don't want to go home, you don't want to be alone. In that moment, there is no such thing as a bad decision.

I want to live there.

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January 14 2010

Text January 14 | 16:26 I Refuse To Get Up Early

…just to keep up on Tumblr posts.

That’s a reasonable place to draw the line, right?

I guess I probably shouldn’t call in to work just to catch up either.

Picture January 14 | 5:48

lindsayhuffman:

(via thelovelybones)

Only because I usually am.

Gnite Tumblr.

Quote January 14 | 5:46

"That’s what makes it worse than cheating yourself into thinking that you had something because when you did think you had something, you felt safe. You didn’t even know it was all a lie. Now you’re stuck; you can’t go back seeing how you know it was all a perfect world created by imagination. You’re alone, completely and utterly alone. No matter how many people are going to tell you that you aren’t, and things are going to be okay… a little part of you continues to decay until there’s nothing left of you and you can never persuade yourself to trust or be close to anyone ever again. The only thing that stays the same, is that you’re still as cold hearted to yourself as you were when this all started."

trashandluxury

**I can’t believe she was only 15 when she wrote this.

Am I lucky or unlucky for putting that feeling off for twice as long?

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