“Vodka. Because 14 shots tasted better than the thought of you loving someone that wasn’t me.”
— Jordyn Byrd
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“Vodka. Because 14 shots tasted better than the thought of you loving someone that wasn’t me.”
— Jordyn Byrd
the hardest thing i had to do this year was not to remember you as the person who loved me in ways no one else ever had before but to remember you as the person who left me broken in ways i didn’t think i could break.
it doesn’t matter how you loved me, it matters how you left me.
I hate that feeling when you see something and your heart literally sinks, but you have to sit there and pretend you don’t care.
Hug me until I smell like you.
Quelle: takethisride
enchanted by you
“Erzähl mir die Wahrheit und ich werde wütend sein, aber darüber hinwegkommen. Erzähl mir eine Lüge und du verlierst für immer mein Vertrauen. Du hast die Wahl.”
— waldstille
via weheartit
sometimes being alone is the upgrade
“Menschen treten in dein Leben und verlassen es wieder. Eine Weile sind sie die ganze Welt für dich. Sie bedeuten dir alles. Doch eines Tages ist es nicht mehr so. Wie lange uns jemand nahe steht, das kann man nicht wissen. […] Was wirklich schwer ist, ist der Abschied.”
— P.S. I still love you, Jenny Han
Finding old music you used to love is like getting back in touch with an old friend.
“War etwas viel. Die Woche. Der Monat. Das Leben.”
— John Green (via unschluessigkeit)