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2ne1 - 너 아님 안돼 gotta be you; a message

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When you try the hardest not to wake up your parents

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my talents include avoiding difficult conversations and getting really sad over things i saw coming

blossomfully

“I hate him,” she swears. And her hands clench into fists, so tight that the nails create little crescent shapes in her palms. “I hate him,” she promises. And her hands shake so violently she has to steady herself. “I hate him,” she repeats. Once, twice, three times. “I hate him.” But even a stranger could see by the fire in her eyes that she does not hate him. A passerby could take her hands and the little crescent shaped marks and see his name scrawled into her skin. She does not hate him. But she wants to, oh she wants to.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #91 (via blossomfully)

deeplifequotes

Communicate. Even when it’s uncomfortable or uneasy. One of the best ways to heal, is simply getting everything out.

(via tullipsink)

wnq-writers

I don’t do goodbyes. When I see someone and we part ways, I’m tempted to call them later and continue like there was no pause. If I’m sending someone messages, “goodbye” means the letter has ended and it’s time for the post-script. When I say “goodnight”, it means “I know I’m supposed to not talk to you now, but I’m going to think about you for hours after this.” It’s tentative. Part of me will always hope that you can’t sleep, and maybe that’s because I know I could never sleep thinking this much about you. Maybe I want that unrest, that unshakeable sense of incompletion to tug at you as much as it does me. I don’t do goodbyes because I don’t know when I’ll see you again, when your last parting words will stop running through my head, when I’ll be done with you. I don’t do goodbyes because I can never find it in me to be done with you.

(via tullipsink)

sulttan

I still care, i’m just done showing it.

(via mond-phasen)

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have you ever craved someone? not in a sexual way, but you just wanted to hear the sound of their voice or feel the warmth of their body

phottograph-s

if you think ignoring me will make me sad you are 100% correct

tullipsink

I pretended not to care about the things that pained me the most. I thought that if I pretended, then it wouldn’t hurt. But oh fuck, I was wrong, I was so very wrong.

A.M.// pain isn’t something you can ignore forever (via tullipsink)