08.02.2015.

"Ne znam da li imam prave reči za to, ali ljubav je osećanje koje imam kada te pogledam. Osećanje da će sve na ovome svetu biti u redu dokle god si ti kraj mene. Da sve ima smisla. To je kao da je čitav svet ranije bio u senkama sepije - kao na staroj filmskoj traci, i da sam video samo bol i patnju gde god da sam pogledao. Onda sam čuo tvoj glas, video sam tvoje lice, i nekako je svet dobio boje". − Melodija moje duše, Rajan Vinfild

[perfectquote]

“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.”

— Lisa Kleypas

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

There's a Korean word my grandma taught me. It's called jung. It's the connection between two people that can't be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can't ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them. I think this must be some part of what I feel for Genevieve. Jung is why I can't hate her. We're tied.

– Jenny Han

[oldhabbits]

[perfectquote]

“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”

— Kriti G.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“In a parallel universe or another world or a different life, we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list.”

— Margaret Atwood

[resqectable]

“You were unsure which pain is worse - the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.”

— Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After

[somethingrewritten]

"We don't just 'move on.' We cannot simply untangle the sewn-together edges of our lives and call it a clean break, a clean cut. We remember the people who have touched our lives in pieces. We remember them in sunsets, in our favorite songs or the songs that we immediately skip when they sneak up on us on the radio. In the restaurant we would only visit on Thursday nights but no longer go to at all. In the way that autumn arrives suddenly with a chill but now without the borrowed jacket hanging over our shoulders to lessen it. In every new memory we create without their presence to accompany it, and likewise, in the immediate dull urge to tell them about it. Sometimes we move on while people are still in our lives, and other times we never move on despite them being undeniably out of it. But no matter when it happens, or in what way, it rarely passes quickly. Invariably, it's a slow burn. One that we find ourselves lighting with gasoline to accelerate it; the warmth of another lover, or the cool touch of solitude and comfort of memories that only live behind our eyes. So, you see, there is nothing simple about moving on. Because the task itself asks us to bury something we once loved. Something we once clung to with a white-knuckled grip. So don't just move on, move through it, move with it, move forward from it. Because if life suggested you leave something so valuable behind, there must be better things ahead."

[doktor-psihopata]

[doktor-psihopata]

“Minulo je od tih neveselih dana već skoro pola vijeka, djeda odavno nema na ovome svijetu, a ja još ni danas posigurno ne znam kakve je boje sljez. Znam samo da u proljeće iza naše potamnjele baštenske ograde prosine nešto ljupko, prozračno i svijetlo pa ti se prosto plače, iako ne znaš ni šta te boli ni šta si izgubio.”

— Bašta sljezove boje - Branko Ćopić

[this-ones-for-the-brokenhearted]

It's been a while since we last met, I was strongly sure that I had gotten over him. But apparently I was wrong, I was extremely wrong and I hate that I cannot deny the feelings that were made alive again.

How do I tell him that he still seems, sounds and feels like home to me? Or how do I continue living in peace without telling that to him? Maybe the right question is.. how do I stop seeing him as home since he no longer is?

[myheadisajungle]

I try. I really do.

I’m on dating apps. I’m going out, trying to find someone. I write with a lot of guys. I’m around a lot of guys.

But I can’t help it. I only think of you. I compare every guy to you. I look for your face in the club even if I know your not there.

My heart only wants you. My head knows it’s never going to happen. And it’s getting harder to pretend that I just want to be your friend when I want so much more…

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

i am sad for no reason because i keep remembering all the happy and hopeful versions of me that i ruined with my decisions.

- hedonist poet

[tullipsink]

I need you to come back to me. Why won’t you come back to me? //A.M

[qvotable]

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve had today.”

— David Nicholls // One Day

[nolimitwords]

“But you see, you can’t move on from someone when you still look for a piece of them in every person you meet.”

— so why do I still look for you? | a.m

[wishing-for-deathx]

If thinking about you and replaying our memories in my head is the closest thing to having you then I’ll do it no matter how much it hurts me.

I’ve always been a masochist.

[melindacarolinee]

““What do you do when someone stops loving you?” She cried. “You let them leave. No matter how much you want to chase after them. No matter how much it kills you, you let them leave.””

— melindacarolinee