Tuesday, July 8, 2014
But most hearts say, I want, I want, I want, I want. My heart is more duplicitous, though no twin as I once thought. It says, I want, I don’t want, I want, and then a pause. Margaret Atwood, “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart” (via creatingaquietmind)

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I just want to be the person you miss at 3am. Beau Taplin - Firstly, let me be the absence in your chest, secondly, let me be the one who fills it.   (via forever-and-alwayss)

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Friday, June 27, 2014

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But if you’d send for me
You know I’ll come
And if you’d call for me
You know I’ll run

I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you. I’ll run run run

Old Money - Lana Del Rey

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When I love you, I really fucking love you. There are no in betweens or exceptions. I don’t know what grey is, my love is black and white. (via forever-and-alwayss)

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Thursday, June 19, 2014
The best way to forget someone is to start remembering yourself (via seabelle)

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It’s just an accident that we happen to be on earth, enjoying our silly little moments, distracting ourselves as often as possible so we don’t have to really face up to the fact that, you know, we’re just temporary people with a very short time in a universe that will eventually be completely gone. And everything that you value, whether it’s Shakespeare, Beethoven, da Vinci, or whatever, will be gone. The earth will be gone. The sun will be gone. There’ll be nothing. The best you can do to get through life is distraction. Love works as a distraction. And work works as a distraction. You can distract yourself a billion different ways. But the key is to distract yourself. Woody Allen (via creatingaquietmind)

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Do you remember when we popped tic-tacs and altoids when we were sixteen
like they were prescriptions for broken hearts and pulled muscles?
Do you remember the time we filled whole notebooks
with poetry about all the ones we knew would leave?
Do you remember the candle in your outdoor shed and the
whispers we shared when everything felt empty
and everyone felt distant?
Do you remember me?
Amanda Helm, A Eulogy for an Old Friendship (via amandaspoetry)
Sunday, June 8, 2014
I don’t know man, one day I just woke up and stopped missing you. I thought about you a lot still, but the aching stopped. Just like that it stopped. (via un8common)
Friday, June 6, 2014

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