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there is soooo much beauty in being a good person

bakwaaas

there is so much love in friendship, people forget that

wintergeluk

“I’m starting to fall in love with someone new. But don’t worry darling, you’ll always be the halo around my heart.”

— L.H

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““You were the first boy I ever loved. I’ll never be able to forget you even though sometimes I wish I could. After you, I forgot how to love. I drowned myself in liqueur and drunken kisses with blurry faces. Because that’s how our love started. Now I know that what we had can’t be recreated. It was one of a kind, burned onto my heart and scarring my memories love. You were the first boy I ever loved. But now I’ve met someone else who could be a different kind of love. A love that could make me realise that the burns and scars you left etched on me, are nothing compared to what losing the real thing could do.”

— Excerpt from the book I’ll never write

xoxoizzy

“You learn to live with the heartbreak and love again. That’s called life.”

— 10:25 - regrets

poirot

“But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts.”

— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

symphoniedrang

“My heart’s iced over, I found a new owner.”

— bear

thegoodvybe

“Only miss the sun when it starts to snow, only know you love her when you let her go.”

— Passenger (via thegoodvybe)

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immer wenn wir miteinander reden, wird ein leiser schmerz spürbar und das kleine loch in meiner brust macht sich wieder bemerkbar. - immer wenn wir miteinander reden, werde ich daran erinnert, wie sehr ich dich mal geliebt habe.

immer wenn wir miteinander reden, wird mir klar, wie wenig du dich in den vergangenen monaten verändert hast und wie sehr ich gewachsen bin. es macht mich traurig, dass du immer noch nur auf der stelle tanzt, aber, es macht mich hauptsächlich traurig für dich. weil das nicht mehr mein päckchen ist. gott sei dank. - immer wenn wir miteinander reden, werde ich daran erinnert, warum es am ende nicht mehr gereicht hat. oder, was am ende einfach viel zu viel war.