The Hype

Dear Memories, Please leave.

[thoughtkick]

“I crave time by myself to sit and heal my heart before I step out into the world again.”

— Gemman Troy

[thehopefulquotes]

“Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.”

— Lang Leav

[minimalistquotes]

In the end, we all just want someone who chooses us. Over everyone else, under any circumstances.

[thoughtkick]

“a guy once told me “a man is only insecure about a woman when he knows she deserves better” and that really hit me”

— lieinlove

[remanence-of-love]

[johnnie-lynne]

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[thoughtcascades]

a person can laugh all day and still go home to a war nobody can see

[kaagaz-ka-tukda]

Read somewhere,

" She was a home to me , until the lease ran out "

Lmaaaao !

[desii-banda]

“Mila Toh Bahut Kuch Hai Zindagi Mein, Bas Hum Ginti Uski Karte Hai Jo Hasil Na Ho Saka.”

- Gulzar Sahab

[roohdaar]

"I fear you do not comprehend the depth of my sentiment. My words will forever fall short. You are everything to me, and I have run out of ways to say this."

- Greg Santora

[madewithonerib]

There’s a Turkish saying: "You fall in love with a pair of eyes, and then you become blind to all other eyes."

[southindiangiirl]

[southindiangiirl]

you weren't supposed to be a lesson or an experience, you were supposed to stay.

[faustique]

the world is full of people who almost gave up right before things changed

[quotefeeling]

“We cannot truly understand each other. But we can be understanding of one another.”

— Stacie Martin

[zahra-writes]

Maybe in another life.

You were not mine to keep,

But I'm glad we met;

I was lost in your eyes deep,

Now mine are left wet.

We're like those lines,

That meet once and never again;

You are the star that shines,

I stare at, all night in vain.

In this world you can't me mine,

So I'll wait beyondthe strife;

If not afterlife or realem nine,

Maybe in another life.

~Zahra

[southindiangiirl]

Perhaps the cruelest thing the human mind ever learned was how to finish conversations that reality abandoned halfway. We keep speaking to ghosts in our heads, writing apologies never heard, hearing answers never spoken, and mourning endings that existed only in imagination.