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It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
Yann Martel (via quotemadness)
It’s not that I even love you anymore. I don’t feel the buzz in my fingers when I talk to you. There’s no humming in the veins that send the blood to my heart. Not anymore. I know that melancholy vibrates through my brain each time I think of the way I used to call you the love of my fucking life and nostalgia burns in my throat each time I think of the way you said I was your future, but I don’t love you anymore. You shattered every part of my heart and I- I gave you everything I could and it wasn’t enough. You don’t get to try to bandage the destruction you caused. You don’t get to compare yourself to every person I meet in the back of my head like a whispered promise that I’ll never find anyone like you. You don’t get to live in the fraction of a second when I kiss someone else and be the only thing I can think of. I hate that I wonder what you’re doing in that moment and I hate that all I want to know is if your heart burns like mine does. What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m not fucking in love with you anymore, but. But. God, do I remember when I was.
I wish you would get out of my head (via veincold)
Because you look at me with love, and I look at you with an expiration date 17:24 // Dec. 26
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
Jenna, Waitress (via hplyrikz)
People understand me so poorly that they don’t even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.
Søren Kierkegaard (via quotemadness)