georgia

23 | UK

[cwote]

[simpleisnewluxury]

[georgia-e-m]

There's a tragedy in forgetting that you were once loved.

[georgia-e-m]

And for all the ways that it was right and good, it was wrong in all the ways that I did not love you the way I should.

[georgia-e-m]

I made a note in my diary all that time ago not to fuck this up. But I did it anyway.

[trapluxury]

[amargedom]

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.

Mark Twain (via amargedom)

[words-and-coffee]

They’d like to see through me, but nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency.

Margaret Atwood,

Morning in the Burned House: Helen of Troy does Countertop Dancing

(via words-and-coffee)

[georgia-e-m]

You weren’t everything, But you were something. Just enough that I ached When I knew we’d be nothing.

[hannaaurora]

“It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.”

~ Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)

[dpcphotography]

[lesstalkmoreillustration]

[a-joyfuljourney]

[foxmouth]

Scotland, 2016 | by Patrick Monatsberger

[thegoodvybe]

[georgia-e-m]

This. This is everything.

[thelovejournals]

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can’t believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can’t imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven’t been.

Raymond Carver, Where I’m Calling From: New and Selected Stories (via thelovejournals)

[witchoria]

[sprinkle]

Glow x