Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@brokensmiles19
You do not kill a goddess. You open up her chest, looking for magic and leaving darkness instead. You caress her skin until the stars cut through it from the inside, eager to be touched as well. You look for the universe in her eyes and you get lost, while she has to find you again. You do not kill a goddess, you do not make her less than she is, but you lose her, if while worshiping her you forget that she bleeds.
alexalisvolat (via wnq-writers)
She’s the kind of woman you lose while chasing others– and spend a lifetime finding a replacement.
Mansi (via wnq-writers)
[…] - ahahah you’re so drunk - and you’re beautiful
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“I’ve learned that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling.”Â
Love Rosie (2014)
I saw a future in him. I saw soft pillows and linen sheets by the beach. I saw the possibility of what I wanted to wake up every morning and see.
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Book of the day:A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman
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Life can be magnificent and overwhelming — that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.
Albert Camus (via fyp-philosophy)
I’m stuck in between nightmares and lost dreams
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Book of the day:The Weekenders by Mary Kay Andrews
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There is something about his eyes ; the way it appease me
(via alifi-a)
I. I don’t think (my) heart can shoulder this weight any longer. I don’t think this is a (world) I want to live in. Your door (is) always sealed shut and (nothing) I do gets through. I can’t keep waiting by the shore (without) a boat in sight. I can’t keep waiting for (you). II. I’m not here to (please) you, okay? I’m tired, and I (don’t) want to see your face ever again, so just (go). III. I’m sorry, but (I) think this is for the best, you know? There’s (still) someone better for the both of us out there. We both deserve to find real (love). Trust me, I know (you) will. IV. You don’t have to (stay).
Lost in Translation, by ironedout (via wnq-writers)
Day I: I think I miss you. I’m not sure. Day III: Please come back. I need someone to fix my television. And maybe my heart. Day V: I found a letter I wrote you and never sent. I wonder if you’d be reading it right now if I had sent it to you. Day VI: Why did you leave anyway? We had built an empire, we seemed unstoppable, unbreakable, you were a king and I was your queen. We had conquered the world. Why did we let it wreck? Day VII: Where are you? Maybe you could come over tonight. I can’t sleep. It’s been a week. Come home. Day VIII: I saw you walking down the street today. I’m not sure you saw me. You didn’t even wave. But I don’t blame you. I didn’t wave either. After building an empire with someone and watching it wreck slowly after your eyes, waving at each other doesn’t seem really clever. Day IX: I still can’t figure out the reasons why you left. But I’m getting used to the idea of living without you. Day XII: It’s been two days since I thought about you and I am sleeping perfectly well. I guess I didn’t need you as much as I thought I did. Day XV: I’m drunk. I couldn’t think of anyone else who I could call, maybe because I simply can’t think of anyone else but you. I’m at that spot we first met. Please come pick me up, take me home, lay me by your side and take care of me. I need and miss you. I hate myself. Please, don’t let me hate myself. Day XVI: I know I shouldn’t be calling and you made it perfectly clear last night you had someone else all along. I just wanted you to know I’ll do my best not to miss you anymore. I’m still living among the ruins of the love you left behind. I don’t know what I’ll do once they’re gone. Day XXX: I don’t feel so vulnerable anymore. I don’t have the urge to call you and beg you to come home. I don’t feel like this house belongs to the both of us anymore. I don’t even feel like there is an us anymore. I hope you’re alright. I hope she’s treating you as you deserve to be treated. Day XL: I don’t miss you anymore. I’m sure.
40 days and full recovery // s.e (via wnq-writers)
If I break down my walls to let you in, do you promise to help rebuild me?
dyingseasons (via wnq-writers)
is the sun shining?
it’s 23:51 what do you thinkÂ
I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it’s not like that. It happens overnight.
Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance (via wordsnquotes)
Everyone wanted to see the hole you’ve left in me. Nobody cared the whole you made me feel when you’ve stayed.
2amfakefeelings (via wnq-writers)
She carries the ashes of angels in her mouth. She tries to speak but hell comes rushing out.
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