You're still here
You’re still here, breathing, living But I can’t feel your touch on my cheek anymore, I cannot sense your eyes looking at me. Your ears have already blocked the sound of my voice, I tell you I miss you, I miss you so very much. I tell you as I sit next to you, hoping that one of these days you will come back. Come back to me. You’re still here, I can feel your body next to mine. But you aren’t really here anymore, what we built together you have already gotten rid of. And I tell you I miss you, As I stand next to you.
I don't know if I can keep dealing with you breaking my heart three times a week.
The Smiths, live in Manchester 1985
John Green: Looking for Alaska
I loved this book to bits when I first read it in 2014, it’s still one of my favourites
The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all her hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes.
C. JoyBell C. (via ignitelight)
You took me out for macaroons and a cup of tea, but we ended up across the street, tea in hand, with matching tattoos
