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It’s so hard to eat when you’re sad.

Everything tastes like the memory of him. Every bite I take is as hard to swallow as the truth that he’s gone.

I miss him.

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I can’t sleep.

Probably because a small part of me hopes if I never go to sleep, tomorrow will never come. I don’t want it to.

I have the strongest feeling that tomorrow is the day I lose you.

But it’s 4AM. Tomorrow came. Tomorrow is today.

Why.

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I know you’re lying to me.

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I think the reason I want to be around you so much is because I believe that one day you’re going to realize that I’m really not that special or interesting and you’re actually not all that into me and you’ll leave.

I love you so much. You are exactly the man I want in my life. So I guess I’m just trying to soak up as much of your love as possible while I still can.

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Funny how even your most favorite foods turn to ash in your mouth when you’re sad.

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Mine would be you.

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I hope you’re the end of my story.

I hope you’re as far as it goes.

I hope you’re the last word I ever utter, and it’s never your time to go.

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the day you realize that it was supposed to be me, i would still accept you with open arms. i don’t know if that is love or insanity.

lexithegay  (via wnq-writers)

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gentle reminder from a blob on world mental health day

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Why do I let you cross the line every time? Why do I stay if I know you're not mine? Right on your skin, I know that love used to glow How can I let you go if I know I'm so close? Maybe I'll get you out of my head Maybe I'll forget all the things you said Lies on your lips, but there's love in your eyes Maybe I'll forget you some other time

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I’m scared to love you as much as I do. I’m scared to believe in you. I’m scared to consider a future together. I want all of it with you. I want you to have my whole heart. I want to trust you with it.

But you still love someone else, you see. I know it. I can see it in your eyes that no matter how wonderful things are with us you still can’t help but remember her when you look at me.

Our timing was simply the worst. I wonder if we had met at a different time if things would be any different, if waiting any longer would have salvaged our chances together. Or perhaps the timing is what provided us the chance we’ve been given.

If you can give me your heart, all of it, I will let you keep mine forever.

But please, I beg you, if you can’t, let me go before I fall any further for you.

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I think of your lips as I lie in bed every night and I just can't help but smile. I find myself fixated on them as we cuddle. They're my favorite feature of yours.

It's the words that spew from them: supportive, intelligent, loving. It's the little smirk they form when you see something you like. It's the way they brush mine when you kiss me, as if you're preparing to be able to do so for years to come, and always leaving me in desperate need of more.

The day will come when you decide you need something new, I'm sure, and on that day I'll gaze at them one last time. I'll watch them form every syllable of your dissipated love, tearing my heart to shreds.

But that day isn't here yet.

So until then, I'll just love you and your magnificent lips with every fiber of my being.

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Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via wnq-writers)

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Do you ever just sit and think and slowly realize how much of a piece of shit you are

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A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.

Elizabeth Gilbert (via quotemadness)

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I know I’m running late—I’m sorry. Things haven’t worked out the way I planned. But believe me when I tell you I am on my way.

Lang Leav, “A Postcard” (via larmoyante)