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I knew deep down that you never truly cared for me. You would string together beautiful words and tell me everything I wanted to hear but I knew you never meant a word of it. I think the reason I held onto you so tightly for so long was because you were the first boy to make me feel special and I refused to believe that you didn’t mean the beautiful things you said. I held onto the idea that one day you would wake up and realise that you did love me but you never did and it destroyed me.

and you don’t do that to the girl you claim to love. (via helplesslydreamingx)

writingsfrom-a-chrysanthemum

Was I asking for too much? I just wanted you to choose me the way I chose you.

j.t.l (via writingsfrom-a-chrysanthemum)

freshmoviequotes

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

twinpeakscaptioned

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in our silent moments you ask me what i’m thinking

i grasp for words often remaining silent as my tongue gets tied into shy and playful knots thoughts begin to wander and i cautiously ponder yet all i can give are mere glimpses of the dream that exists when my eyes are closed

let me try to convey all i long to say…

i imagine walking the rooms inside my mind with you who understands my every weakness seeing them as strength i look upon you who fills the quantum celestial gap the black hole within my heart a universe undiscovered this niche missing from reality i envision a home furnished and complete with all the facets of an unblemished love conveyed and displayed within each photo that is hung on the walls love thrives inside the pages of every book that rests upon the dusty shelves for us to read letter by letter together i imagine that on our darkest days when lost in life’s maze and one may not feel like reading the other will speak the words aloud so very slowly lovingly with compassion the sound will resonate and saturate our home this love will linger about in the air we breathe floating and swirling captured under blankets in-between the bedsheets it will be piling high on the harvest table the vital nourishment placed bountifully upon each plate the sustenance in abundance that will feed our body heart and soul i clearly see you transparent and vulnerable yet holding inside the courage of lion heart contained within your own wounds your weakness becomes your greatest strength i see you who requires to be loved as deeply you love who looks into my eyes and desires not to remedy one single thing instead treasuring what is yours i see only you the man who is willing as i am willing to cross even the most treacherous valleys climb the highest mountains that we might enjoy the view both together forever

in the depths of your eyes i see sheer beauty within every scar they hide i see brilliance in the divine plan of the past that lead you here i am left looking into us reveling in the perfection that is chaotically scattered like diamonds among the stones that lay upon the path we walked before finding

home -Brie

wordsnquotes

She was desperate and she was choosy at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via wordsnquotes)

bsfnr

I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to pee …”; hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking, talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes, the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3 am; being told you snore, hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce, but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics; even jails; her dull friends, your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side, and her doing the same; sleeping together… .

Bukowski, ‘Women’ (via bsfnr)