Kate del Kariakis

[serious]

6.48pm

[sleepin]

[remivonteles]

I thought I saw the devil this morning, looking in the mirror.

Jaymes Young (I’ll be good)

[unsaidhabits]

You know what I’ve learnt? That you don’t care. And you never did. Sure, you told me that I was your girl and that you loved me but you don’t ignore someone you care about. You don’t shut the door on them and lock it. All I can do is look through the keyhole into your life and watch you be happy. How can you be so happy without me?

(via unsaidhabits)

[interceptings]

milk and honey by rupi kaur

[written-on-polaroids]

But one night he gave me a look and suddenly I realised it: He’ll leave. Maybe not tomorrow or in a month but eventually he’ll leave me. It’s been 7 months now since I saw his face for the last time.

Goodbye (via written-on-polaroids)

[andreaman]

I am going to love you because you are you.

[anonymouslybloggingaway]

I really do think of you at 2pm when I’m busy running errands. I think of you as soon as I wake up. Because I’m already wishing for you. I think of you at 8pm when I’m off at a dinner or a movie with my family. I think of you at 1am when all I can think of is how you smell. Thinking about how I love your laugh, and how I wish with everything I am that we were in the same bed kissing goodnight. “I wish you were here. But you’re not you’re there, and there doesn’t know how lucky it is.”

[deactivated-blog]

[cdxxblazeit]

[written-on-polaroids]

i still miss you

[ploaix]

[vampiresweets]

[mye8]

Espero algún día poder olvidarte por completo, si no será muy complicado estar con alguien más queriendo estar contigo.

Jiménez M. (via mye8)

[apikaliaa]

Move On Already

That’s what everyone says. What they don’t understand is it’s not so easy when the memories of us together are stuck on replay in my head. Your smile. Your eyes. How happy you made me. Those were some of my best memories, and I will never be able to erase them. If I could, I would in a heartbeat. It’d be so much easier to move on. Forget you. Like you forgot me.

[lifeofquotations]

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.Delicious Ambiguity.

Gilda Radner (via lifeofquotations)

[k1ss4ss]

“Have you ever missed someone so much you feel physically sick?

– k1ss4ss