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My name is Monica.


"You’re inhaling smoke, emotionless, somewhere on a map, 
unaware that I am falling flat. 
And you will hurt me, and I deserve it.

It’s late.
You are not awake, and it’s nothing.
I want you so bad it’s devouring me, and I think I love you,
but you’ll never find out.”

(Source: everydayislikesunday, via adurye)

(Source: candypriceless, via yrbutt)