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(August 1st. 12:57AM)
“I found that bottle of whiskey you left at my apartment. You know the one you were saving for a special occasion? I think you leaving is a good enough reason to finally open it.”

(August 2nd. 4:07AM)
“Today was complete shit, I came home and you weren’t here what the fuck is wrong with you, why haven’t you come home yet?”

(August 2nd. 4:30AM)
“I never noticed how cold a bed can get when it’s left half empty. Maybe that explains why I’m cold all the time now, you left me half empty.”

(August 3rd. 3:55PM)
“I saw your mom today, she wouldn’t look me in the eyes. What the fuck did you tell her I did?”

(August 4th. 5:07AM)
“I fucking hate you.”

(August 4th. 5:08AM)
“Why did you leave?”

(August 4th. 5:10AM)
“Come home.”

(August 6th 3:22AM)
“I hate that this is goodbye. I miss you so goddamn much. I won’t bother you again. I’m sorry if you hate me. I love you.”

Texts I regret sending you. Part 2. (via jessielou24)
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This created my personal headcanon that Steve is awkward as fuck with babies and holding one makes him ridiculously uncomfortable. it’s like, “It’s so tiny what do I do with it? Don’t crush it, don’t crush it, don’t crush. Oh God, it’s crying, what did I do? I must’ve done something. I broke it. My patriotism does nothing. Do I sing to it? Do I recite the Bill of Rights? I don’t even think I know the entire Bill of Rights. Wow, today is horrible.”