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[glorious-spoon]

i'm very picky about tv shows, but my pickiness has only an incidental relationship to whether or not a show is "good". it needs to scratch a particular itch in my brain at the right moment. do i know what the right moment is? no. do i know what the itch is? also no. i can be relied upon to get instantly bored of 85% of tv shows and then turn the remaining 15% into a central facet of my personality for 3-5 business months and even i am incapable of predicting which one it'll be ahead of time.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{ By Anna White from " Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith" }

[perfectquote]

“In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.”

— Virginia Woolf

[teradoration]

[thoughtkick]

“I feel like I’m waiting for something that isn’t going to happen.”

— Unknown

[feelingsoftheday]

Am I really that easy to forget?

[emotionalwords]

i regret every time i let someone know me too much

[thoughtstherapy]

[youreyesblazeout]

Something like your lips, pressing against my soul, moving, pecking, trying to find an emptiness to fill? No... A cold place to warm? No... No... trying to find every place love has stained me... the first and every last place where love has found her way in before... This is what it is to think of you. - Peregrine

[brokenbodybrokenheart-deactivat]

Maybe life just isn’t for me.

[thespilledquotes]

“How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien

[perfectfeelings]

“So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.”

— R. Arnold

[bebx]

[krn-wanderlust]

I'm tired of always picking myself up. I never had anyone understand me, lift me up, caress my wounds, hug my pain away, tell me I'm worth saving.

Maybe this time I will just stay here, alone. No one cares anyway.

[fedupwithyou]

I have never before

felt this burning desire

of wanting someone so close

that even their arms around me feel inadequate.

I want to be wrapped up in them

like a blanket covering me in the winter months.

[perfeqt]

“The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.”

— Michael Faudet

[emotionalwords]