2-18-2015 reblogged
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via goodreadss)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
Lately I have been trying to learn what being close to someone is
is it knowing all their secrets is it talking to them the whole day is it meeting them almost every day is it keeping a track of them in a non creepy yet stalker way is it being able to tell them everything is it being most honest to them is it laughing at the same stuff is it syncing on an emotional or mental level is it hating the same people is it loving the same people Is it any of this or is it some of this or is it half of this or is it all of this or is it none of this
what is it? inspired by a question @creatingnikki had asked me once during our conversation long long ago
(via justscribbledwords)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
akalmaadeed-deactivated20201026
Trust me I can be cold too.
2-18-2015 reblogged
I never asked you to stay, because I know that you wouldn’t.
Bunny (via wnq-writers)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
I liked knowing I wasn’t the world resting on his shoulders, a weight holding him down, I liked knowing he didn’t need me, and I didn’t need him.
fluoresc3nt-adolesc3nt, A not so serious boyfriend… (via wnq-writers)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.
Veronica Roth /// Divergent (via lyricalabyss)
2-18-2015 reblogged
It is a defect of God’s humor that he directs our hearts everywhere but to those who have a right to them.
Tom Stoppard, Arcadia (via booksqouted)
2-18-2015 reblogged
Why feel guilty for something that isn’t your fault?
Because I loved him. And now he is gone.
Marie Lu, The Rose Society (via booksqouted)
2-18-2015 reblogged
The thing is, being lonely is like walking in the cold without a coat. It’s uncomfortable, but eventually you go numb. Once you get used to not being lonely, though, the shock of going back is like having your down comforter yanked off at six o’clock on a Minnesota December morning.
Maggie Hall, The Conspiracy of Us (via booksqouted)
2-18-2015 reblogged
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via booksqouted)
2-18-2015 reblogged
Then he left, and with him he took the sun, the moon, the stars, and anything inside of me that might have been good.
Julie Murphy, Side Effects May Vary (via booksqouted)
2-18-2015 reblogged
I said, I prefer the ocean when it’s gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via booksqouted)
2-18-2015 reblogged
I’ve noticed before that if you go too long without anyone seeing you, really seeing you, it’s easy to start wondering if you’re really there.
Maggie Mitchell (via quotemadness)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
I like to think that somewhere out there, on a planet exactly like ours, two people exactly like you and me made totally different choices and that somewhere, we’re still together.
And that’s enough for me.
I wrote this for you // Please find this (via 500lettersforyou)
2-18-2015 reblogged
wordsnquotes
Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.
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2-18-2015 reblogged
And I learned ‘You deserve better’
was sometimes no more
than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you,
and I want you to be happy,
but I don’t love you anymore.
Beau Taplin, You Deserve Better (via thelovejournals)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
I really didn’t mean to keep hanging on, I think I just forgot how to let go.
@toastedmushroom (via wnq-writers)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
The longer I stare
at the sky, the more the stars
tend to spell your name.
JS-Parker (via wnq-writers)
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2-18-2015 reblogged
There was something beautiful
about the way he breathed
as he slept in the dark,
and some nights,
when my thoughts were filled with nothing
but the demons of my past,
I would count every breath that he took
until the world and the demons
faded way,
and all I could feel
was the warmth of his body
embraced with my own.
sharpaypay (via wnq-writers)
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