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@tradingheartbeatswithyou
“She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you’ll know loss the rest of your life.”
—
Junot Díaz
Mandy Hale | @wordsnquotes-online
“I keep finding my body like moths towards the light.”
— Sara Mae, “I Am In Love With Every Mood Ring I Ever Lost,” published in Breakwater Review
I like that “morning baby” kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of sex, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. That makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.
Who else is sick of their rude trash brain making them think terrible things all hours of the shitty trash day
“The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
— Milan Kundera (via purplebuddhaquotes)
“It’ll be weird seeing her again. It’ll be like revisiting a memory that you thought you’d forgotten. Her hair will be longer, or shorter, her hair will have changed; hair always does. Her eyes will be the same. Hearing her voice will be like going back to the place you used to live and noticing the new curtains. Being close to her will be strange. She’ll say something like, “you look well,” and you’ll reply with a, “thanks, you too.” And it’ll feel like death, like an iron fist around your heart. And then she’ll point to your shirt and say, “is that new?” and you won’t have the heart to say you bought it seven months ago after she left, so instead you say, “I haven’t worn it around you before.” When she emits a small laugh you’ll feel the tiniest ounce of pride. She still finds you funny. When she’s telling you about her new life you’ll find your mind wandering into places you didn’t think mattered anymore. Places like, was she in love now and was she being treated well? Places like, did she ever miss you, and in and amongst all of her living did she ever consider coming back?”
— Sue Zhao
“What really hurt me wasn’t what you did or what you said to me. It was that you saw me in this pain and you knew how it felt to me because you know me so well. And that you deliberately left me behind in this mess. I never thought someone I loved so much could hurt me so bad. But I’ve been wrong. I just thought I knew you, I guess. I really did.”
— Nils Brandstädter | - excerpt from a letter I never sent (via poetry-and-lies)
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“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”
— Franz Kafka
““How long would it take?” I turned to her as the sound of her voice filled the silence between us. “How long would it take?” She repeated herself, “To let someone go, to not feel the pain across your chest when you think of them?” “It will take a while,” I answered eventually, crossing my legs, “Maybe days or months or even years,” I continued, “But it will happen eventually.” She let out a sigh and closed her eyes for a short moment. “What if I just can’t let go?” She said in a quiet voice, “If that’s how it will be for me, then how am I going to live like that? Just how?””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #200 // How do you let go?
tonight’s mood is the deep desire to be held close in a dimly lit room, covered in blankets while rain is softly falling outside