Text
“Unerwiderte Liebe ist wie wenn du auf dein Flugzeug wartest, Am Bahnhof In der falschen Stadt Ein Tag zu früh In einem Paralleluniversum.”
— Meins
203 notes
·
View notes
Text
„So bin jetzt da ok ?“
Natürlich bist du da. Du bist immer da, egal was ich tue. Ohne es zu wissen begleitest du meinen verdammten Alltag, du beinflust und manipulierst ihn. Du hast mich. Mit simplen Worten drehst du an der Zeit, veränderst Stunden zu Minuten und Sekunden zu Lichtjahren. Du veränderst Geschwindigkeiten. Mal könnte man Flugzeuge mit den Händen fangen, mal wird man vor Schnelligkeit bewusstlos. Du bist dunkel, du bist hell, du bist alles und irgendwie auch Nichts.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Missing you comes in waves and tonight I’m drowning.”
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Trust the overthinker that tells you they love you. They have, most assuredly, thought of every reason not to.
Unknown
679 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Maybe we are soulmates, but just met at the wrong time.”
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
„I don’t regret you but sometimes I wish I had walked away at the start and left things at hello.”
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
All these years pain made me so miserable, I never came to think if I've hurt you too. Did I hurt you too? Did I hurt you first?
Am I the reason you left?
Was I, not only not good enough, but bad enough for you to leave? Was it my fault? Have you blamed me all these years the way I blamed you?
Am I the reason people can't love me?
It was all because of me?
Tell me. Please, tell me if it's all because of me. Tell me if I will ever be loved again.
Just Now. Answer me this.
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
"We say we're friends but I'm catching you across the room It makes no sense 'cause we're fighting over what we do And there's no way that I'll end up being with you But friends don't look at friends that way"
71 notes
·
View notes
Text
“That mischievous, enquiring twinkle was as bright at the end as when I first set eyes on him.”
Queen Elizabeth II talking about Prince Philip in her 2021 Christmas Message.
311 notes
·
View notes
Text
“I like to pretend that I would slam the door in your face if I found you on my doorstep five years from now. I like to think that, given what happened, I’d tell you to get lost and never call me again. If you’d ask why, I’d list all the things you’d ever done to me, all the times you’d broken my heart and made me feel like being myself wasn’t enough. I like to pretend I’d recognise you for the waste of time and tears you were. That you still are. But there is that small part of me that is afraid. That small part of me that would hold open the door for you and invite you in, the part that would offer you a cup of coffee and remember that you like it with too much sugar. The part of me that still craves your presence on some days and misses the way you brushed my hair from my forehead or how you laughed too loud or swore too much or let me call you in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep. There is one thing I’m sure of, though. I hope you never show up on my doorstep again because God, I have no idea what I would do.”
— 5 years from now n.j.
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
I found a copy of my mom's favorite book from childhood! It's called Striped Ice Cream and I'm gonna wrap it in plastic and then some foil and bury it in a gallon of Neapolitan.

And I'll say "look, mom, I got you that striped ice cream you're always talking about!" and convince her to serve it up for dessert.
60K notes
·
View notes