Bad at love

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“we went our separate ways at the worst time, while we were still happy, while we still loved each other. the break ups based on logic hurt more than the break ups based on pain. I can’t be angry with him, he didn’t kiss my best friend or get drunk and tell me he doesn’t love me anymore. he was mine. and there was no fire, no broken glass, no crashed car in the side of my bedroom, no empty bottles of vodka, or pills, no screaming, no blood. just the quiet sound of hearts snapping while we clung to each other in a room filled with rain. We didn’t scream, or exchange spit-filled words laced with fire, we said “thank you” and “I love you” and “goodbye” we said “I’ll miss you.” And we meant it. This hurts more than any other pain because all the other times I could be angry, my head overflowing with bad memories. I wish I could hate him. But I don’t. I love him and I will forever. Saying goodbye to something so good can kill you. And it might. And I love you.”

— (via extrasad)

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Hello 911, I’m on fire

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“Tu merece alguém que abra os olhos diariamente e pense: ‘cara, eu tô com ela, eu sou o namorado dela!’. Que goste da tua boca, do teu ombro, do teu cabelo bagunçado, do teu calcanhar, da tua cintura, das tuas mãos, do cheiro da tua pele, das sardas do teu rosto. E isso vai acontecer naturalmente ao você se dar conta de que tu é bonita, no âmago e na lata. Um dia serás o amor da vida de alguém, do jeitinho que tu é. Acorde hoje e repita: ‘eu sou bonita’.”

— Gabito Nunes.

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