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Dior Homme SS15
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forty-four minutes to four.
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so true ❤ on We Heart It.
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I know that deep inside me, I’m still in denial. I still think that we’re somewhat connected. I know that I still think you’re mine and I am yours. I just can’t accept how this could have been real. That it’s over. Because it feels like I know you all my life. You felt so real. Your skin, your smile. I liked your little quirks. The way you repeat things a million times because you find them funny. The way you wake up groggy and still hug me to fall back to sleep. How can a life without you be real?
Jade Green (via jade--green)
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You left her there. She gave you everything, and you took your hint of guilt and left behind a goodbye and a broken girl.
And maybe it didn’t hit you at first. Sure, you slept while she stayed up. Your pillows didn’t stain with tears. Your showers didn’t end in sobs. Your stomach didn’t cave in every morning, your heart didn’t ache every breathe.
But maybe you run into her months down the line. Maybe you hear of her new love, the news spilling across the floor like a new stain on the carpet she used to tread on. Maybe you meet her in a coffee shop, and she stopped cutting her hair, and it trails down her back like the past she left you behind in.
And the heart ache isn’t hers anymore. Her smile reaches her eyes now and her laugh lights up the room. You forgot, didn’t you? You forgot the way she held you the night you couldn’t fall asleep. You forgot the way she covers her mouth when she laughs, the way she cups her hands over mugs to keep her fingers warm, the way her hands were always a little bit cold. You forgot the way it felt to know that despite all the flaws that ran through your veins there was someone there to kiss your forehead and brew you tea.
Oh, but you’ll remember. And maybe if you’re lucky, you won’t be holding something fragile when you hear the news. Maybe if you’re lucky your heart will only ache for a fraction as long as hers did. Maybe if you’re lucky, she’ll pick up when you call. But even if she still has all the tenderness for you in the world, her voice is not the same. She doesn’t love you anymore. You lost her. You lost her. And you can’t ever get her back.
~Meriam BHT, Delayed heartache
Dedicated to moonlyaffairs <3
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Listen to me.
You don’t need to have had a fucked up childhood or some traumatic event happen to you in order to have depression/anxiety/panic attacks. You could have had a perfectly normal upbringing with loving friends and family. Mental illness does not discriminate; it can hit anyone at any time. Your feelings are valid. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise.
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True.
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Where’s the lie
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serenade me with this plz
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Cinderella never asked for a prince. She asked for a night off and a dress.
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