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[februaryfears]

Why did you kiss my forehead so many times? Why did you hold me close on warm summer nights when we both were dying under the heat from each other? Why did you tell me you loved waking up to me next to you in the morning? Why did you seem jealous when the possibility of me seeing other people became an option? Why did you tell me you thought my mind was beautiful? Why did you tell me you thought I was beautiful? Why did you let me fucking leave? Why did you tell me you wanted to go away somewhere far away with me and see the world? Why did you tell me about that dream you had of us together only to later pretend that it had never happened? Why did you tell me you missed me after one weekend away from each other? Why did you hold my hand with such genuine softness?

questions i will probably never get answers to (via februaryfears)

[written-on-polaroids]

I see your face in strangers on the street I still say your name when I’m talking in my sleep And in the limelight, I play it off fine But I can’t handle it when I turn off my night light

I cant live without you (via praying-to-be-happy-again)

[maiden-be-my-guide]

[wordsto-remember]

[blossomfully]

How do you know you’ve lost someone? Well, I guess you just know. I mean it starts with them forgetting to text you back, or not saying goodnight. It starts when you feel more alone in their arms than anywhere else in the world. It starts with arguments about stupid things and disagreeing more than you knew possible. It starts with them asking you what movie you want to watch,then choosing something completely different and it ends with them not bothering to ask you anything at all. It ends when they start kissing you with their eyes open and nodding distractedly at everything you say. It ends when there is nothing left but ash because it’s true: the opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. It ends when silence isn’t comfortable any more and the person sat in front of you is a stranger in strange clothes. You want to know how you know you’ve lost someone? In the end? Just in the same the way you know most things: you just do.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #112 // "How do you know when it’s over?" (via blossomfully)

[sadandhappylife]

[blondebbbbeauty-deactivated2014]