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Bad Love Will Make a Museum of You by Jillian Fleck
#139
(by Brendan George Ko)
“A mistake repeated more than once is a decision.”
— Paulo Coelho (via amargedom)
“I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice”
— unknown (via hatin)
I know when things don’t work out it’s too easy for us to say we weren’t enough and that’s what makes it impossible to feel closure. But just because you don’t marry someone it doesn’t mean they didn’t feel something for you, like a lot, and it doesn’t mean they aren’t going to think about you ever again. Because they are. People who I’ve gone on one date with and decided I never want to see again still cross my mind when I pass a certain restaurant or someone mentions the town that person said they’re from. You’re not forgotten and you didn’t “mean nothing,” I promise you. So just because it’s over, it wasn’t pointless and you aren’t worthless to this person. This person is still going to think about you, probably a lot, even if they already replaced you, even if you really hurt them. That’s just human, you meant something at one point and you will always mean something.
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Death is always monotonous. The heart stops and that’s the end of it.
Michael Lee, from The Only Worlds We Know (via buttonpoetry)