It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.
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It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (via depressionarmy)
“I think once you move on, you start to see the person as less and you thought they where. They aren’t a hurricane of heart break or a glorious ocean any more. Their eyes don’t remind you of chocolate or the sky, and their presence doesn’t make your heart skip an extra beat. They just become a person who loved you a little less than you loved them.”
— 11:02 - wish we were just strangers
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“Fammi una promessa, ti prego, l'ultima, e l'unica che manterrai. Promettimi che non ci perderemo nei nostri ricordi, che in qualche modo, anche se lontani, anche se divisi, esisteremo ancora, io e te insieme. Promettimi che quando ci ritroveremo per dieci minuti in un bar a prendere un caffè come due vecchi amici, prima di andare ci stringeremo le mani e sentiremo quello che siamo stati, ancora. Promettimi che se nei miei occhi leggerai “chissà come sarebbe stato”, i tuoi mi risponderanno “sarebbe stato bellissimo.””
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I go to bed Every. Single. Fucking. Night. wondering why having me wasn’t enough for you.
(via no-understxnding)
I don’t ask anyone to stay Not anymore The phone may tremble in my hand But never again Will I beg for someone to love me
(via melindacarolinee)
there are two types of tired, I suppose one is a dire need of sleep the other is a dire need of peace
Mandeq Ahmed (via wordsnquotes)
I can relate to this
Ed era tutto di nuovo un numero anche se la matematica l'avevi sempre odiata.
Clear your mind here
It wasn’t meant to be. You’re not missing out. Your life has different plans for you.
I feel safe when I’m with you.
(via only-for-tonight)
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Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
Gabrielle Zevin (via hplyrikz)