Source: mercury
You will move on and one-day he’ll be like an old quote you read long ago.
erdenabmann (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
I still hope, after everything, that you somehow still think about me at night. And if you do, know that I do too.
ck-writings (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
i am a museum full of art
but you had your eyes shut
rupi kaur, milk and honey (via notlorelaigilmore)
So you learn to blend in,
into the crowd, into the wall.
You learn to fade into the
background because you
burn under too much sunlight.
Your skin is much too sensitive
to the radiation, you are not
the moon; you do not reflect.
You are not made of stars and
constellations; you do not shine.
You are, lost. Somehow.
In the translation of being.
Somewhere, amongst the shadows,
for the memories to catch dust.
You learn to move on, and let go.
“Some people aren’t worth the time” remnant-thoughts (via remnant-thoughts)
