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D I O R  P I C S .💦

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Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t.

Stephanie Georgopulus, How To Miss Someone (via wordsnquotes)

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I’m really not that different from the scared little girl who used to lie awake at night pondering the future. I forgive too often. I hope naively. I still end up getting hurt by the realty of the world. And I cannot seem to change.

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Lana Del Rey is queen.

Please don’t steal my GIFs.

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Me gustaba estar en la cama durante horas, incluso de día, con las sábanas subidas hasta la barbilla. Allí se estaba bien, nunca ocurría nada, no había gente, nada.

La senda del perdedor (via una-mirada-distinta-a-la-tuya)

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Te escribí un cuento entero acerca de nosotros, y aunque no sabes de su existencia, le atiné al final: terminábamos separados.

Día 124 desde que tu corazón me olvidó. (via tucorazonmeolvido)

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of all the things you’ve taken from me, I only want my sanity back.

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