Untitled, 1950’s, Hans W. Silvester. Swiss, born in 1938
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Untitled, 1950’s, Hans W. Silvester. Swiss, born in 1938
Three damn kisses, two months of hope and then it was all over - April 2014 Five damn kisses, fifteen months of heartbreak, plenty of other boys and I’m still not over you - May 2015
Five damn kisses, fifteen months of heartbreak and twelve months of emptiness, another messy love story and I still think about you every day - May 2016
Three damn kisses, two months of hope and then it was all over - April 2014 Five damn kisses, fifteen months of heartbreak, plenty of other boys and I’m still not over you - May 2015
Five damn kisses, fifteen months of heartbreak and twelve months of emptiness another messy love story and I still think about you every day - May 2016
Clear your mind here
Three damn kisses, two months of hope and then it was all over - April 2014 Five damn kisses, fifteen months of heartbreak, plenty of other boys and I’m still not over you - May 2015
Oh, so free Oh, so lonely
20/4/14
What do you do when you’re stuck, Because the one that you love, Has pushed you away, And you can’t deal with the pain, And now you’re trying to fix me, Mend what he did, I’ll find the piece that I’m missing, But I still miss him, I miss him, I’m missing him, Oh I miss him, I miss him,...
…their eyes are your new favourite colour”
Some days I think I’m still in love with you, but then I realize that the you I remember, isn’t really you anymore and I’m just stuck here missing someone that doesn’t exist.
(via bask3t-case)
There are all kinds of guides about how you get trough the first couple of weeks, but nobody ever writes about how you survive going home alone another night seven months later.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
(via emmajuhldittler)
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Does it ever hit you? The memory of me.
Ten words story: I feel like an old photograph burried in his backyard. (via maisjetaime)
A guy and a girl can just be friends, But at one point or another, They will fall for each other… Maybe temporarily, Maybe at the wrong time, Maybe too late, Or maybe forever.
(500) Days of Summer (via mourningmelody)