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I told the moon about you, And she cried.
— Echoes of the Infinite
Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.
— William C. Hannan
I’m not sad, just empty in a way that doesn’t go away.
Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice
— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
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to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
i do be texting back with a lot of “hahaha” for someone who’s having a hahahard time
You deserve someone who isn't okay with losing you.
headphones aren't enough. i need the song to stab me in the chest