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Too, too.
And,â she said, âif you have someone who stays up with you in the middle of the night to make sure youâre okay - somebody who answers your calls at 2 or 3 or 4am - someone who listens to your sobs, or your silence, or your words with patience, you have somebody who loves you. And youâre lucky for it. And no matter how dark things get, you shouldnât forget that.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
ok but the worst kind of crying is when itâs dead silent in ur room and itâs dark and everything just fucking hits you and there you are, sobbing even though no one can hear you and you just have to listen to every single bad thought hitting you one after the other
Date a boy who picks up wildflowers for you
Can I please just kiss you a lot
I started missing you long before you actually left. I started missing you when you stopped sending me good morning text messages. I started missing you when your words became more vague and distant. I started missing you when you stopped saying that you loved me. I started missing you long before you actually ever left. Now youâre back, and I still miss you, but Iâve become quite well versed in loving shadows.
please come back (24/52) by (DS)
He opens the door, and his words tell me how pretty I look in my dress, but his eyes wonât stop asking me to take it off. Tell me, when did we as a human race forget how to fall in love? No, I donât mean being best friends on Snapchat, or changing your relationship status on Facebook. Because now it seems to be just that. Nowadays, I see boys asking girls to pose half-naked for them after talking for two or three days. And I see girls hesitantly obliging and even encouraging this because thatâs the most affection theyâve gotten all week. I see boys crashing their lips into girls like a nail gun to their favorite Playboy poster. And I see girls posting their entire relationship on social media, good and bad. I see people texting âI donât think I want anything serious right now,â instead of âHey, can we meet up? I need to talk to you.â And I see people drinking in sex like bottles of Brandy to numb their heartbreak, just to come up hungover when itâs done. But most of all, I see boys rushing into sex before theyâre ready, and girls lying about their number because theyâre ashamed. What happened to communication? To intimacy? To connection? There is nothing wrong with wanting to not take life so seriously and to want to just have fun, The issue is when the lines of love and hooking up get blurred, and intentions arenât honest, Thatâs when I see nothing but hurt.
Car thoughts #170 (via her-minds-a-mess)
Itâs okay to cry if the person you thought loves you ends up tearing you apart by leaving.
- itâs okay beautiful, im here. (via tullipsink)
And the hardest thing to do was to watch you as you chose her.
A.M// you didnât pick me and thatâs okay, i wouldnât have chose me either (via tullipsink)
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I hugged her goodnight but if only I knew it was a goodbye I wouldâve held on tighter. Maybe then she wouldnât be gone.
Maybe if I had kissed her more and told her that I loved her, sheâd still be here. // ck.writes (via ck-writings)
my favorite hobby is pretending i donât need anyone then crying myself to sleep cause iâm all alone