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Maybe I’ll see you in another life, if this one wasn’t enough.
Florence + the Machine; How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful (via wordhaze)
Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "Why Is the Winter Light"
[Text ID: Empty me of the bitterness and disappointment of being nothing but myself]
I guess sex is pointless if you can't have a dope conversation afterwards while laying naked and eating snacks
my secret talent is imagining the worst possible outcome of every situation
idk i really like being called cute but i also really like hearing that you masturbate to the thought of me idk
"of course i remembered" is a love language
“If a person wants to be a part of your life, they will make an obvious effort to do so. Think twice before reserving a space in your heart for people who do not make an effort to stay.”
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"Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I've felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I've pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing."
-Melissa Broder, from "Life without Longing," The New York Times