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Okay, but just tell me this. How can I still miss you after all this time? How can I miss the way you smiled and held my hand, the wa, you smeeled or your voice in the morning when I can't eaven remember half of that stuff anymore? Just explain that to me and maybe then, I'll finally have the courage to let you go...

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Ovo.

Zasto?

Ko zna, možda je i najbolje ovako. Distanca me barem nikada neće povrijediti, kao što su umjele tvoje riječi. No, postoji jedan problem, postoji vrijeme kada te zaboravim, kada potisnem emocije i kada shvatim da mi nisi suđen. Osjetim da negdje postoji čovjek koji će me voljeti takvu kakva jesam, čovjek kome će moje mane biti vrline, čovjek koji će jednostavno znati cijeniti to što ima. Tako se smirim, ostavim tvoje ime u prošlosti i pokušam krenuti dalje. I onda, onda mi se javiš i sve se ponovo vrati. Zašto? Zašto mi to činiš? Zar ne možeš pustiti da moja budućnost ide bez tebe? Zbog čega? Nikada me nisi usrećio, nikada mi nisi pokazao da me voliš. Ti si kukavica, još jedan u nizu onih koji ima premalo srca, malo ljubavi i previše ponosa.

@nevena605

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My advice to you

So, whoever is reading this I want you to remember what I have to say. Of course it has somethnig to do with him again, but I promise it's smart this time. Here it goes: Kiss. A lot. Have those long memorable kisses people aren't grosed about in the streets, morning kisses, goodnight kisses, oh and the makeup kisses, pretty much any type of kisses. And please belive me on this one... Because it's so fucking hard. That last kiss you are going to have with the person you love today. That is the kiss you're going to relive day after day after day after day... So just kiss. And please, make it memorable every time. And as for you my love, looks like I have something to say about everything after all...

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I evo, ja i u ovome vidim tebe. Iako znam da se to uopce ne odnosi na nas. Vidis li koliko vec ludim? Da, djelili smo mi mnogo vise nego pokoji pogled ili namjerni dodir isplaniran da djeluje slucajno... Sjecas se ono jednom kad smo zagrljeni usli u pun tramvaj pa nam je neki deda ustupio mjesto uz rijeci "imat cete vise mjesta!".Nije on shvacao da ni jednome od nas nije smetalo biti zagrljeni onako, dapace, imali smo izgovor. Tad smo jos poricali da ludimo od zelje da smo zajedno. Ali znas, mozda ja i nisam tako luda. Kada malo bolje razmislim, mi i jesmo nesudjena ljubav. I to filmska. Mozda se ova slika i odnosi na takve kao sto smo mi, iako ne vjerujem da takvih ima. Ali znas mene, volim te ludo... Valjda zato.

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But maybe someday again...

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8 months

8 months. We would be together for 224 days today. If I weren’t so fucked up and scared and you so proud. We would still hold hands and kiss on the rain and send each other long text saying how much we love one another and do all the other cliche stuff we both claimed we hated. The only thing that’s left now, after all that time is that little moment, right after I wake up and nothing’s changed. I still love you, I miss you, I need you and I hope you won’t be that proud for too long now because I really can’t take it anymore. I just want to see you on that old bench that saves all of our memories. And kiss you for ages. Just like I see you every time I'm waking up for 224 days now…

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This one, my darling, is also for you…

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Depression

And I hate it so much. I finally get the courage to tell I'm not okay, and everyone is just ignoring that fact. "Go study". Thats what my mom said yesterday when I told her I was suicidal. Again. No mom, sorry i dont really care about history or biology when I'm putting every bit of my strenght into not falling I. And if cut myself again now, than she will notice I'm not okay. "why didn't you tell me?". She will ask and than act like she cares. And I just hate it so much.

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Your eyes weren’t blue as the ocean. Your hair wasn’t stroked through. Your shirt wasn’t always tucked in. Your smile didn’t always make me smile. Your words didn’t always make mine stutter. But Your eyes were brown which shone through and told many stories. Your hair reminded me of that cheekiness that you always had. Your shirt smelt like you had rolled in beautiful flowers for hours. Your smile reminded me that I was safe. You were happy. And I was safe. When I heard you speak, you did not make me want to scream. You did not scare me. I never turned away from you. I guess your words calm me down. You’re my home. You may not seem perfect to anyone else but you’re my home. You are my home.

excerpt from a book I will never write #36 (via almostwrittenexcerpts)

I love this

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And all that I have left from you now is a smoking adiction🚬🚬🚬

🚬Emma

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Well, I do need all the help I can get so... Here it goes!

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“But I guess ultimately what scares me about marriage is where do you find this person? You know a lot of times, most successful relationships, people meet through work, school, mutual friends. But what’s most interesting to me is when people just meet in life, just randomly. You know, I have a friend, he got married, I asked him like “Hey, uh, where’d you meet your wife?” He was like “I was leaving Bed, Bath & Beyond. I was looking for my car - I drive a gray Prius. I saw a different gray Prius, I thought it was mine, I walked up to it, I realized I had the wrong car, but I bumped into Carol, we started talking, that was that”. That’s unbelievable. Think about all the random factors that had to come together to make this one moment possible - this one moment that changed these two people’s entire lives: First off, this guy has to live in this particular town. Then he has to get a gray Prius. Then he has to need to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then he has to go to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then there has to be another guy who also lives in town, also drives a gray Prius, also needs to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond, also goes to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond at around the same time. Then they have to both park somewhat near each other, my friend has to leave before the other guy leaves, see the wrong Prius, think it’s his, walk up to it. Then the woman, Carol, needs to be near the wrong gray Prius for a million other random reasons. They bump into each other, they start talking, their entire lives are changed. That’s the most amazing and terrifying thing about life. It is, cause the amazing thing is that at any moment, any one of us can have that moment that totally changes our lives. You could be leaving the show tonight, bump into someone… it could change your life. You don’t know, that could happen. The terrifying thing is… what if we’re all supposed to be at Bed Bath & Beyond right now?”

Aziz Ansari (via naturaekos)

What if?

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I ćutanje je ljubav,kada znaš o kome je.

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Danas sam shvatila koliko je zapravo proslo… Kaziprstom prodem po svojoj usni, onako kako si ti to nekad, i shvatim da se nesjecam osjecaja tvog poljubca. Jasno se sjecam kako si me ljubio, kako su tvoji prsti sarali po mojem vratu i ledjima, ali, ne osjecam to tako zivo kao prije par mjeseci. Kad mi je bilo najgore, bez tebe. Onda, kada sam trazila opravdanja za svaki tvoj postupak, i, nemoj me shvatiti krivo, i dalje to radim... Ne zaboravljam te, i sam si rekao da je to nemoguce. Makar sve te rijedje uhvatim u svojim snovima i mislim, nadam se, da to znaci da me prolazis.

jos jedan propali pokusaj da te bar nakratko zaboravim…

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I remember the way he hugged me. I remember that it almost hurt, but in a good way - as if he wanted me to sink into him, keep me inside his body. I remember not breathing. I remember not needing to… because for once, somebody breathed for me, somebody lived for me. And I remember being so utterly, completely happy. And no matter what I do, no matter how hard I hold on to anyone that followed, nobody else ever held me that way. Nobody even came close. No one else ever held me so tightly.

Isn’t this the saddest? // Genefe Navilon (via letters-to-the-sea)

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Are you ever sorry?“ He asked. "For loving you?” She smiled and shook her head. “No. There are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them.” For some reason, that answer made him even more restless. “What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” He asked after a while. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because if love could fill a whole room - ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out of the windows and banged open doors.” She stopped, and smiled such a sad smile it broke his heart all over again. “You know I loved you so much.” He whispered. She reached out to squeeze his hand and said, “I know, darling. I know. But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.

we were beautiful but we weren’t quite right // Genefe Navilon (via theprocast)

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"Budala sam sto se uopce lazem"