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"I’m tired of getting fucked in ways that don’t end in an orgasm.”
— arixsafari (via arixsafari)
"I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.”
I miss you so much (via missinyouiskillingme)
"I remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and I’m blue. I’m talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.”
— The Avett Brothers, Tear Down the House (via hplyrikz)
"You broke me like I was one of your fucking promises.”
— (via missinyouiskillingme)
"I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via explore-everywhere)
"Waking up next to you
Wakes my mind and
Warms my morning
More than any cup of
Coffee ever could.”
— teenagegrime (via teenagegrime)
"Maktub,” she said. “If I am really part of your dream, you’ll come back one day.”
— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist (via kushandwizdom)

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(via words-of-emotion)
"Do it.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.”
— FRS.   (via xoaprox)


I found a white piece of paper
with your name on it
your old phone number written in the dark
loop of your handwriting.
I was standing outside a restaurant
watching this one cloud
float by like foam on a pint of beer
and thinking about how good
you’ve become at not being here anymore, how you
finally broke
like a storm across the sky of everything.

—Matthew Dickman, opening lines to “Cloud” from The American Poetry Review (v.41 no. 4, July/August 2012)

"How I wish I could hug everyone and tell them that it’s okay. It’s okay to be scared and angry and hurt and selfish. It’s part of being human.”
Frank Warren, PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives  (via h-auptgewinn)
"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.”
— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)