That was when you learned that when a boy says I love you he means I am getting ready to be inconsistent with you now.
Edwin Bodney, “When a Boy Tells You He Loves You” (via buttonpoetry)

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That was when you learned that when a boy says I love you he means I am getting ready to be inconsistent with you now.
Edwin Bodney, “When a Boy Tells You He Loves You” (via buttonpoetry)
Mirrored Installations by Sarah Meyohas Create Infinite Tunnels Strewn With Dangling Flowers
Be a better you. For you.
Inara Bueno (via syntacked)
HADES : Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.
Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors (via fraiches)
What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.
Jennifer Nevin, All the Bright Places (via theliteraryjournals)
If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? ..‘No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via wordsnquotes)
at night i unmake the steps i took trying to forget you, i find you in palms or the smell of my pillow or my unwashed hair, i find you in old shirts and leaky roofs and tired stomachs, i find you in tiny echos and empty beds and i wonder if i’ll ever find someone to be that comfortable with again
I remember. I remember everything. And therein lies my fatal flaw.
Navin E. (the fatal flaw)