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born in the 90's

[adrenaline]

[adrenaline]

[wordsnquotes]

Don’t say maybe if you want to say no.

Paulo Coelho (via wordsnquotes)

[habibanasr]

When it’s over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.

stuff that took me a while to understand #3 (via

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(via judgedteenblogger)

[books-n-quotes]

Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.

Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via books-n-quotes)

[midnight-mistaken]

If we were ‘just friends’ why did you whisper those sweet nothings in my ear under the moonlit sky? If we were ‘just friends’ why did you look at me as if my eyes embodied the sun, the moon, and the stars? If we were 'just friends’ why did your hand find its way into mine as we sat on the dock, overlooking the still lake? If we were 'just friends’ why did you kiss me on the humid June night after you walked me home? If we were 'just friends’ why did you let me fall in love with you?

questions my heart keeps asking (via midnight-mistaken)

[bitchycode]

[wnq-writers]

The most beautiful feeling in the world is to have someone who has seen your worst side and stayed.

untamed-feelings (via wnq-writers)

[floriental]

[tullipsink]

I pretend I don’t miss the sound of your voice the second you leave, but let’s face it, I do.

A.M// i really do though (via tullipsink)

[rbcages]

i’ll never forget you, but I think I’ll have to try. in the same way I forget to cover up the marks you left on my neck for a week after you left, and the way I’ve washed my sheets about thirteen times and forgotten what you smell like. some things are easier to forget than others; like birthdays of friends I no longer talk to and the way it feels to kiss strangers. but with you, it’s like the smell of hospitals when I was nine. like my first heartbreak, and how I spent so much time in my bed it almost swallowed me whole. with you; the hurt sticks. like fabric pressed against warm blood, like the itch of it days later.

[knowing]

[knowing]

[books-n-quotes]

Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.

Deborah Reber, Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul (via books-n-quotes)

[nostalgiagetsthe-bestofme]

I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.

[gosh]

via weheartit

[just-six]

You’re my favorite scar to show.

six word story // dethbe4me (via just-six)