You still gotta flirt with her, even if she’s your girl.
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“I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
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Can I skip to the part in my life when I have no stressful responsibilities and I’m financially stable and I can road trip to pretty places with a puppy and a girl I’m very much in love with
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the most emotional post on tumblr
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Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.
Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via books-n-quotes)
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sex is cool and all, but have you ever made a girl laugh by telling a stupid joke, and she just smiles and looks at you, like really looks at you, and for a moment everything just stops and you feel weightless? it’s amazing
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I wouldn’t
regret
everything
even if it
includes
meeting you,
liking you
and finally
falling
in love
with you.
ma.c.a // Treasures and Memories (via vomitingwords)
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“If you could get to anywhere in the universe by tomorrow, where would you go?”
“Hmm… Where are you going to be tomorrow?”
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You can love someone so much. But if they don’t want to be saved, nothing will save them. Not even love.
Kristie Betts (via wnq-writers)
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I. I miss you, and it’s not like I miss your face, arms, or lips. I could do without, but simply your presence always reminded me of home, and I swear I lost that when you left. You don’t know, I’ve never felt so homeless and alone. No amount of money or possessions even compare to you. I wish you knew but
*delete*
II. You know people always text their lovers in the morning, so I bet its weird that I’m texting you in the middle of the day, drunk at three in the afternoon. Don’t judge me, but I swear this whiskey tastes like you and this empty bottle is like our love. I have practically consumed what was left of it, and there is nothing left to do but throw it at you. But we both know all the shattered pieces will hurt only me anyway. Just please, open your arms, open your heart. Please don’t leave now because
*delete*
III. I hate you, hate everything about you. I can’t stand you anymore. but I love you, and I can’t breathe, please, please, answer me, I can’t
*delete*
IV. It’s been two weeks and these 336 hours and 14 minutes have been hell. You used to shimmer like a piece of heaven, but you’ve gone and I’m fallen. And I’ve been trying to be poetic, but poetry won’t bring you back to me. Spilling my heart out isn’t helping, so what do I do now, what do I do without
*delete*
V. Hey, how have you been?
*send*
Texts I Never Sent// thequiethearttalks (via wnq-writers)
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If I could explain what you are to me, bliss and poison go perfectly.
eamnella (via wnq-writers)
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I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via books-n-quotes)
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Women: the softest creatures with the strongest bite.
N.M.Sanchez (via wnq-writers)
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Sometimes when I’m alone in my room at night staring at the ceiling, I think to myself about how horrible life is,then I wake up the next day,see the sun, hear the sound of my friends laughing and I think no it’s not,it’s really not.
atelophobiaxx // Nada Toghoj (via wnq-writers)
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