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“I think everyone has a certain part of their life where they truly wish they could freeze time, whether it was three years ago, today, or still to come. Whether it was just a moment, a whole day, or a whole summer. Everyone has a time in their life where they wish everything would just stop, the world would stop turning and people would stop changing, because to them, at that time, everything was perfect.”

blossomfully

Picture this. Ten years from now, you’re sitting in a big house, all white picket fence and porch swings. Ten years ago you swore you’d be living in a big city with her by your side but something happened along the way and you watched as those plans disintegrated in the palms of your hands. You watch the sunrise and you watch the sunset and you wonder if she’s somewhere on the other side of the planet like she promised. “I gotta get out of here,” she said, “it doesn’t matter how I do it or where I go, I’m getting out.” Picture this. Twenty years from now, you find your first grey hair. You dutifully have that middle aged panic attack that everyone seems obliged to have and you screw up your eyes and pull it out. Your life is pretty steady now: good, calm, like you’ve finally figured things out. “I’m getting old,” you grumble. And somewhere, at the back of your mind, you wonder if she’s getting old too. Picture this. Fifty years from now your hair is like snow (if you have any, that is). Your walking stick is your new best friend and memories seem to flit in and out of your head like clouds in the sky. Most days you can’t remember what you had for breakfast or what you’ll have for tea, and some days it’s beginning to hurt to breathe. It’s on these occasions, when your chest is heavy and you have to sit down, that you remember her. You think how true it is that you don’t forget the people you loved when you were young. You may not remember yesterday’s weather but you remember the fifty year old summer breeze and complaining about her hair in your face. “I wonder if she’s happy,” you say, and people mistake it for mindless rambling. “I hope she found what she was looking for.”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #103 (via blossomfully)

sydneyrae

“I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. But this time it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different - there would be a mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. This time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go.”

Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer (via sydneyrae)

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You know you really love someone, when you don’t hate them for breaking your heart.

(via happy-absturz)

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glamourqueenn

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pastel-lipz

I wonder whose arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved.

this becomes almost deeper when you think of non-romantic loves too (via atmosthetic)

larmoyante

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via doucheywolf)

quotethat

There are some people in life that you can’t get over.

Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door (via quotethat)

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In the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Ally Condie, Crossed (via quotethat)

quotethat

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.

Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits (via quotethat)

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Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.

Arthur Schopenhauer, Parerga and Paralipomena (via quotes-shape-us)

sydneyrae

“I always believed that we would find our way back to each other every time. But this time it felt final. Like I would never see him again, or that when I did, it would be different - there would be a mountain between us. I knew it in my bones. This time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go.”

Jenny Han, We’ll Always Have Summer (via sydneyrae)