we could die like this

My name is Morgan. I am eighteen. I talk too much and play music too loud.

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I pictured our apartment in the middle of Brooklyn and I pictured the bedroom and how the floor’s still a mess [x]

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We looked at each other a little too long to be ‘just friends’.

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why are pics of peach trees always so cute?????

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"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."

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i’ve grown so unattached from people like i could literally move across the country tomorrow and not give a shit about leaving anyone except for like 3 people

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