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My heart breaks at even the thought of goodbye
another-broken-hello
My mind always finds it's way back to you.
another-broken-hello
Sensitive souls don’t have it easy in this cruel world. They feel like their souls are getting trampled on in so many ways. That’s why you see their eyes light up when they can caress a face or an animal, or breathe in the scent of a flower.
Sereno Sky, author of the Hippie novel “Lonely Traveller” (via hippieseurope)
I caught a glimpse of you in a photograph, and suddenly I watched you leave all over again.
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Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.
Jason Myers, Exit Here (via amargedom)
I just want to tell you what it's like without you here. How I'm not myself anymore. How when you left, the part of me who makes me who I am left with you.
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Them: You okay?
Me: I'm always not okay.
Some people smoke, others drink, and others fall in love, each one dies in a different way.
(via verbautezukunft)
The fact is, you don’t love me and you haven’t destroyed me. You don’t have what it takes to do that.
Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses (via thelovejournals)
It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories (via thelovejournals)