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Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.
k.b. // unknown
Iâm a walking contradiction
Donât hold me too tight
But please donât let me go
A hopeless romantic
But please leave me alone
Tell me you want me
But donât show it too much
Iâll melt in your arms
But coil away from your touch
At night Iâll ask the moon for you
But sneak out in the morning
Write you pretty little poems
And then leave without a warning
Say I canât live without you
But then show you that I can
Iâll promise you that Iâm different
But then youâll see who I really am
Youâll think I complete you,
That Iâm really the one
So did all the others
Til I left and was done.
And then your tune will change
And Iâll be the villain
youâll barely make it out alive
But youâll be free, god willing
And Iâll be stuck again
with myself, all alone
Til another one thinks
he can make me his own.
âI canât sleep without your breathing and I canât breathe each time youâre leaving.â
â Placebo - English Summer Rain
âI asked you for the fifth time today if you really loved me. You told me to stop asking that it was something I should know. But I canât help it. Iâve spent my whole life being reused and replaced itâs hard to know whether âI love youâ means forever or for now. Iâm sorry that I ask so often because every time I do I remember that people these days are so quick to replace things that are broken I wouldnât blame you for doing the same. You see I have always loved more and so I am terrified of loving but terrified of not having you. For these reasons I need to know that you love me that you think of me that you even remember me at all.â
â Five by LeahJuliett (via be-free-barbie)
âDo you know how much thinking and feeling Iâve done? Itâs terrible. And nothingâs come of it.â
â Andrei Platonov, Happy Moscow.
âI plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.â
â Beau Taplin
From This is How You Lose Her by Junot Diaz
âI am the dark and I am the light, I am the moon and I am the starless night sky. Fall in love with all that I am or please, do not fall in love with me at all.â
â Unknown
âWhen did you decide to be gay?â
Last week. I woke up and I was like I want to be judged and not accepted by most of society and denied basic human rights. I thought it would be fun to not be allowed to get married and to be called rude names when Iâm with the person I love. I mean, who wouldnât want that?
"I think there is a star in the sky for every time that I thought you were beautiful."
Even with the distance between us itâs like our heart strings are tied together. sometimes she gives the strings a strum and I can feel the warm vibrations from where iâm standing
âYou ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated. Two years for every year you dated. It'ÂÂs just a matter of will power: The day you decide itâs over, itâs over. You never get over it.â
â Junot DĂaz, This Is How You Lose Her
Of Love & Longing
When we met, I felt alive after ages.
Days passed, and my nothingness seemed heartfelt, again.
I got used to unused matchsticks,
And a growing warmth
Amidst mind-numbing daily chores
Almost like a steady jazz couplet
Oozing rythm
Where there was none.
It's been a week
Since my texts have gone unanswered.
I need to remind myself to buy another packet of smokes tomorrow.
The cold has started to set in.
It's ok, I'll just tell people that we f**ked.
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