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“You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.”

— Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno

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“Nobody will notice, you know. There is nobody in the audience of your show. There’s nothing at the end of this rope worth fighting for. So let go. Your aching hands will thank you.”

— V.P.

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“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”

— Kiera Cass, The One

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“I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”

— Allen Ginsberg, The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice

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“talking to you was like coming home and I haven’t been home in a long time… I hope you’ll bring me back home one day soon.”

— p.s.w

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Why I’m ending things with you

The last time we met, just before we parted, you held me like I was something fragile you were afraid to break. You held onto me like you finally wanted to believe in the idea of a forever: after all this while, when I finally chose to leave. I didn’t want to hurt you so I stood there patiently, waiting when this suffocation would finally end.

It wasn’t merely your physique crushing my lungs to be unable to puke the impurities; this “US” thing has managed to make my blood surrender to the toxicity. I can’t do this anymore. And I’m not sorry for it. It took me long enough to realize you don’t have to be sorry for mistakes you don’t make.

So I hope when you wake up, the sunshine kisses your skin until your blood forgets what it is like to feel cold and when the stars shine, they make you think of how beautiful it is to love yourself.

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//her coffee was getting cold as she waited for him to miss her, while his cigarettes were running one after another trying to forget her//

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Untitled #1246 by sanosha featuring a beanie hat

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Poetry

I have written poetry on the bed and on the floor.

I have written poetry while naked and also clothed.

I have written poetry in notebooks and on the backs of receipts.

I have written poetry when it rains and when it snows.

I have written poetry when happy and when sad.

But I have to say, I have always written poetry with you on my mind.

e.v.e.

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She let her hair down, and he lost his breath

Mariam Rimwawi

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When I write a lot about someone, it’s for either of two reasons. I write a lot about him to keep him close to me for as long as I can, forever if possible, cherishing our made-up movie in my mind and finding more plots as I go along, going to sleep with an aching heart but finding joy in piping pretend possibilities on paper, or I write a lot about him to heal myself of him, sooner if possible, exhausting all permutations of our made-up movie in my mind until there are no more plots to cover, extracting words from dry veins, till there’s nothing left to say of him. I write a lot about you. The reason I leave up to you to discover.

321. You are in my writing (via september-stardust)

Writing about you!

(via poeticstories)

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If I date you, I won’t control you. Do what you want. Your actions will tell me how much you respect the relationship.

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“Life has been quite a lot dull lately,

Mind’s been more of a mess,

Under slept and overworked greatly,

Looking upwards, in a prayer, for God to bless.

Same old boring me will still remain,

The weirdness won’t yet go away,

But open I’ll be to enjoy in the stormy rain,

Under the black night sky I shall definitely lay,

And spend my hours,

Counting the stars.

Won’t cage myself to be lost,

For inside me is a part willing to run,

To conquer the tasks of difficulty utmost,

And I’ll be chasing the sun.

As the year comes and times unfold,

I’ll keep myself open to what the world has to offer,

Adventures await, life will surely turn gold,

And I’m positive I won’t suffer.

Remnants of the heart which ceased to exist,

Will be sought through the thick and the thin,

Feelings of confineness I shall aspire to resist,

And open myself to the love that might come with a grin.”

- DG (To adventure & To love)