You know what I hate about you? You are the constant reminder that I am not the kind of girl people fall in love with.
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You know what I hate about you? You are the constant reminder that I am not the kind of girl people fall in love with.
thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wnq-writers)
If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
John Steinbeck,”Letter to Thom Steinbeck,” 10 Nov. 1958 (via thequotejournals)
“It never stops hurting, does it?” “What?” “Giving someone the best of you and watching them choose someone else.”
(via sadnessismyhome)
I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
(via feellng)
The less I needed, the better I felt.
Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)
When you can tell your story, and it doesn’t make you cry, you know you have healed.
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Who do you want next to you when your dreams come true?
aftertheam (via wnq-writers)
― Mauvais sang (1986) Anna: If you stopped loving me…would you be brave enough to tell me?
You asked me how my day was. I said there’s nothing worth telling and you insisted, saying how that was impossible. You always wanted me to tell you things about myself. You revel in them, in me. I just want you to know that I fell in love right after the first question, and I’m in love still even after you stopped asking them.
waferqueen (via wnq-writers)
When I told you I was leaving you said that I would never find anyone better. I laughed, you couldn’t be serious except you weren’t kidding. I’ve given up on trying to tell you that you aren’t the person that you think you are. Every time you try to force your way back into my life I slam the door in your face. I’m protecting my self from the person you really are, not who you think you are. I’m protecting myself from your lies, immaturity, and anger. I won’t ever let you near enough to hurt me again.
WVM (via wnq-writers)
There are some girls, who are wild but measured, insane yet sensible, rational but feel in tidal waves, principled yet forgiving, loyal and reckless, they will be the loves of many lives, but find it all the more difficult to find the loves of their own.
wind-some-light (via wnq-writers)
There’s one thing I’ve always been good at -knowing when it’s time to leave. There’s one thing I’ve always been bad at- knowing how to leave. That’s the tragedy of my life.
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Sometimes you put up walls – not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
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I want to have a constant. The person, I can call at 3 am and wonder about why there are so many stars in the sky. The person, I can call when I’m bored and makes time for me. The person, who’ll drive miles just to see me. The person, who I can cry to when everything seems like a blur. The person, who’ll call me up just to check on me. The person, who I can tell my deepest secret. The person, who’ll be there no matter what. Because I’m all those persons but no one seems to effort as much as I do for them.
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Say, darling, can a broken heart continue beating?
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